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?))
Anzu gives a friendly smile and immediately takes a seat. "Pleasure to meet you! I didn't think anyone would have heard of me this far out." He takes a look around the tent curiously. "I will admit, this place is rather unnerving, as is your apparent foreknowledge of me. As for why i am here, I'm a traveling bard, of sorts. I've taken it upon myself to search for the greatest individuals this world holds, and to learn their stories. It would be a shame for so much knowledge to be lost to time, would it not?" He reaches into a pocket on his cloak and pulls out a book and quill. "And with that said, you seem *very* interesting. Would you mind sharing your story as well?"
