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?)) Example:
*He gave a perplexed look at how she knew he'd arrive*. "Well uh nice to meet you too, but I have no idea who you are. If we're gonna be talking about me then this shouldn't take too long I am a very simple guy. For instance I've just been wandering around everywhere sometimes coming across people here and there with sometimes people needing protection. So in the village I grew up in I had no siblings to play with. The only thing there was my fathers smithy in which he made these strange looking doodads I still have no idea what they were. He was the genius of the village or so that's what everyone else said, I was proud of him for what he had done knowing nothing of his achievements. Although we all lived happily in the village when one day I was grabbing water from the well everyone was gone with the village huts in cinders but not in flames . . . more like it withered away." *Douglas stared deeply onto the ground thinking about what could've actually happened that day then looked back up to continue his conversation*. "I had no choice but to start my adventure out of the safety of the village. I was taught by an old guy which rudely enough never told me his name before he finished teaching me everything he knew about the way of the sword could you believe that? Soon enough I was alone again travelling on my own for years on end witnessing the world around me changing my viewpoint." *he gave out a deep sigh*. "I've really thought about it but I think its finally settling down so . . . what's your story?"
