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?))
Heinrich takes a seat interested by this strange hag "Been expecting me eh?" he says raising an eyebrow "not sure if I want to open up to a stranger but I got nothing to hide, anyway, seems like you already know who I am..." Heinrich stops and thinks for a moment "I guess I'm nobody, just a goat farmer's son now not even that, all my fathers land was lost when Minitz got attacked... Now I wander and that's enough for me."
