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?))
"Thank you ma'am for your hospitality," - the traveler sat down in the seat* "If you insist on hearing my story, I am Aldus Magnus I come from far north of this place, where the winters are deadly and where disease fester and grow. Where a single cut is a guarantee to an early morgue, thats the reason why I left that cold hell hole. I went down south before choosing to learn medicine, I am still on my journey to find a mentor for myself." - Aldus would start analyzing a white bird mask as if it had sentimental value to him.* "If your wondering, why I want to be a doctor, my father used to be a doctor in the town I derive from. He died from the very same disease that plagued my town, now I want to follow in his footsteps to help cure and aid people suffering from disease."
- Aldus paused before glancing up at the old hag before speaking,*
"Since I told you mine, what is yours?"
