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?)) "Well... I need to think about that as aye don't have teh best memory." He thinks a little bit, and finally remembers something, "ah yes! You see, my tribe that I left from, to go get a new life you know, that where me fatha and motha be living. Aye have no clue where me was going but aye must have seen an opportunity here to find something, aye really don know why, but aye did." He thinks a little bit more... " OH YA!!! Yalls be lookin for fighters aye heard, that be why ye were expecting me. You see, aye be a great fighter me self. My tribe trained me day and night, making me strong in many forms of combat." He knocks over a glass of water, and says, "oops, seems dat aye messed up again, not the smartest out there." He scratches his head a bit."Im fairly sure, from wat aye remember, aye was thee strongest in me tribe."
