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?))
Guiscard walks over to seat, then sits "I travel many moons, through many different environments, and I've seen many different people in many different worlds of living." Guiscard glances at her "I come here for you, I hear whispers of your wisdom, they say you hold threads of fate. Destiny weaves a complex tapestry around me, and I seek your guidance. My name is Guiscard de Blanc, son of a murdered father, and a mother who went mad, and I will have my revenge. I loved my parents dearly, and my father was murdered by a Haense Knight. My mother handled it poorly, she would soon lose all of her sanity after that. She would say that she still sees him, whether it is her coping with his death, or he is truly there in the afterlife, she went mad due to it. So tell me madam, what do you see in my future?"
