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.” ((How do you respond?)) "Oh, erh... I was just..." you stop as she said you're expected. You take a seat on the cushion, studying the old lady. "I'm just a traveler, looking for somewhere to rest for the night... that's all. But it seems that you know something about my journey, yes? Tell me, then I'll say my part."
[explanation]
"That so? I see... well, I suppose it's my turn. I'm... a nobody. My parents are humble craftsman, and so am I. I picked up quite a bit, honestly, from blacksmithing to carpentry, fletching to herbology. These skills I use to survive and explore, nothing much. I'm not a fighter, nor am I a leader. Just another wanderer... and that's why I got here in the first place, lost in this damned swamp."
