Locherymn

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?)) (He walks over to the seat and sitting down and begins speaking with the woman) "I come from a farland in a tiny kingdom to serve as Yee blacksmith come to forge the greatest tools and weaponry that I have to offer."(He feels like he is unwelcome but continues with his monologue) "I apologize for stumbling in to your home here Thank Yee for letting myself inform you on my purpose of being here madam. Have you met my father? I’m named after his friend who died in battle with him. He said that he was a tough man and told me to be like him. Me having powerful role models in my life have helped me to become stronger and more wise.”(he feels that his time to explain himself is up and gets up from the seat and exits the woman's tent)