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?))
"yes uhm- well- y- you- see I'm fr- I'm fr- I'm from-" Andon stutters as the old lady had caught him off guard he hadn't expected to see anyone out here let alone an old lady. He takes a deep breath before sitting down and taking a flask from his satchel and popping the cork and chugging the entire bottle in a matter of seconds he growls with satisfaction after the last drop passes his lips. Andon corks the bottle and places it back into his bag, clearing his throat after to speak "A little liquid courage always does the trick... my name is Andon... but I suppose you knew that already. well anyhow you asked for my story, and although I don't believe its all that interesting i will tell you the basics..." Pausing for a moment he clears his throat and begins "I was raised in a village not too far outside of Aegis... a village that stands no more due to a ravenous famine that drove my people out of their homes and into the unknown forests in the surrounding area. nobody is sure what caused the famine... some said a curse, other's said it was the poor soil. either way no exception here... I was scattered to the winds and landed in these forests nearby." Andon takes a moment and laughed to himself. "if only I could have brought some of them with me.... this forest is so bountiful I was able to begin brewing potions and all manner of spirits with just the bounty of the forest alone." He begins to churn in the cushion for a few moments. only to look up and lock eyes with the hag. Andon fell silent as he began to wonder why he was so willing to spill out his life story to a complete stranger. "I must ask who are you? and how do you know who i am?" Andon says as his words begin to falter, a hint of fear behind his trembling body
