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?)) "Why not I suppose. I don't have much better to do at the moment." you answer with a shrug. You walk over to the cushion and make yourself comfortable. "I wouldn't mind some ale, I find that it always goes well with stories" you look hopefully at the hag, who doesn't move a muscle and keeps looking at you expectantly."Well then, you scratch your beard a bit nervously,"I don't have a lot to tell. My family's the usual caved kind. We've got a good operation going and plenty to celebrate. And well, you say a bit sheepishly, my family expected me to be an excellent dwarf and a laid-back partier, and well, as it turns out I got those expectations mixed-up." A small smile escapes your lips at the last part and stays a few seconds until a somber mood takes you."They decided that where they failed maybe Kal'Darakaan wouldn't. I can either make someone of myself there and be welcomed back or do whatever I want and never come back." You stare at one of the candles and lose yourself in the trembles of the flames for a few seconds. "A win-win situation for everyone they called it, you say with a bitterly, So far I haven't had a better idea of what to do so ..., your smile comes back, why not I suppose ?" You turn to the hag curiously awaiting her answer.
