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))
A young 18-year-old an aspiring knight. I grew up in a small town, which was a relatively peaceful community, until it was raided by a band of marauders. The raiders destroyed everything, including my home and family. I were left with nothing but the clothes on my back. I fled the town with my friend, Jonathan, who was the only other survivor of the town. Together, we both struggled to survive on the streets. we soon discovered that the only way to survive was to steal. I was always against jonathans stealing but it was the only real way to get by. Despite me talking up a job in the local tavern as a dishwasher. I to eventually had to resort to the worst as I would steal dishes and fence them at the market. This eventually lead to me being fired after I was caught stealing a fork. (edited)
