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?)) "Uhh... me come from Orclandia" he say trying to speak English. " i came because war human and orc fight parents wounded at night death" he said trying not to cry. " me make money by hunting pig" he said seemingly forgeting his parents are dead." i was jail because human made me mad and i hit him" he said angerly. "me also beat up zombies" he said proud of himself
