SnobyKing

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?)) "My lady, how could you forgot ME?! I'm a Tizian Grotunheim La-Roch Faye de Rivera auf der Valmigor-Vismena. The most attractive man in this gods forgotten place..." - said the blond man, with an annoying and pompous manner of speach. "Well, if you want to take autograph - go ahead, but hurry up. What? Oh, i see, you read my book..." - smiled an old musician, who tried to pretend lika an aristocratic noble man. He was glad, that his writting was not a an "empty shell". "So, you know that my father was a bard too. Well, what can you say more about my pretty and long journey? What?! Whait-whait-whait, i wasn't robbing people!" - the bard enranged, snapped back - "I worked all my life in a theater, helping with piesses to my mum. How could you even... U-uh, nevermind, go ahead.". Curly man, maid a pause, trying to hear only good about his character. "H-mm... i se-e... Yes, you're quite right - i'm a little bit extravagant and joyfull. Narciss? Probably, i should say, that i know myself a price, monamie" After the long dialogue, the bar jumped on his horse and rided to the village. There, he had a long-time journey, cheering and joying villagers, while making a new performance. Who knows, what shall he see at the end of his journey? Only gods could tell, but now it's only beginning! "Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…