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?))
Ogna enters the tent with a growing discomfort. "Who are you?" Ogna asks siting on the cushion. "Never you mind that, now please tell me your story, Ogna." she replies with a soothing tone. Ogna Is surprised that she knows his name. Not many do, he's still looking to make a name for himself after all. "Well then, as you surprisingly know my name is Ogna and I'm looking to make a name for myself" Ogna explains as he continues to question the hags motives. "Well Ogna, fate has brought you here and I can will help you on your journey to make Dinric a renowned name"
