Erik Haraldson

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?)) Response: Erik haraldson glances over at the cushion and back at the old hag without taking a seat "seems like you already know some bout me, well i guess it couldn't hurt for some self introduction" Erik taking another glance at the cushion once again but this time sits with his legs wide open and holding his hands together while supporting it with his knees, Erik breaths out a small sigh as he starts to tell his journey "well, first my name is Erik, Erik haraldson. I've been travelling far and wide to seek strength and knowledge to further my goals in swordsmanship to become the best of the best" Erik finishes his sentence and glances at the old hag expecting a introduction of her own, Erik speaks "well, aren't you going to introduce your self?"