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?))
*strides into the tavern "oh hello there," he says, taking a seat. "Um, I guess I am just looking for my place in the world. there isn't much of a story to be told really, I left my parents when I was younger and came to this... place..." he said looking around. "It isnt too dingy, its er, comforting to say the least? cozy?" he comments to the woman. "The ship I was on wrecked just off the swamp, got caught in some mangroves and i didn't have much choice so had to try and find some place that I could seek refuge in. Could you point me in the right direction?" he asks her.
"Oh that way then, alright well I wont take too much of your time, take care now!" he stood up and left then, shutting the door behind him. Aumanas managed to grab some food from the market with what little money he saved and began his journey then.
