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?)) Example: Noxis hesitates as he takes the seat that was offered to him. "My sister had just returned from her travels. She insisted I leave my home for once." He started, unsure of why he was even there in the first place. It wasn't like he left home very often. He was a bit of a hermit as his sister, Vitae, often remarked. He could easily live his life alone, practicing alchemy. But something called to him. Deep down his soul had yearned for adventure. "I want to learn what this world has yet to teach me. And what better place to start than here?"
