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?)) Gaelin looks with a cheerful eye, "I'm Gaelin a new wood elf warrior." said with a ready face. Gaelin starts his speech "I have come from a small town looking for a strong leader to lead me, I have always wanted to fight and protect a good cause, thought I was known as the weakling I am always willing to help and fight." as Gaelin end his speech he looks with excitement thinking about a new adventure.
