You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” Hello, my name is Fellagund. I am named after a great king from the west. A king who ruled one of the biggest and strongest kingdoms. I dont remember much more of my lifetime before. I am hardly hurt now and i dont remember anything. But i am ready for a new adventure here. As always ready to feel the journey
