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.” Oh i uhm i just kind of got lost and uhm i ended up here my sense of directions is worse then the memory of a gold fish and im a halfling but im not a normal halfling well im a halfling between a human mother and a blood sucking vampire father im mostly human but im stronger faster and i can jump higher and i can fly thats the only thing thats not normal about me is that im stronger and faster then normal humans and i can jump higher and i can fly
