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?)) I'm looking for work, trying to up my reputation you know. Trying to follow my dream, maybe be a king one day. Ever since the accident, I've realized that my body is still usable, and I can make a new name for myself. I made a promise to someone long ago, and they will not be let down. So, since I am here, I need to know how to get to the king, I need to become a knight first. Any more information you can tell me would help greatly madam.