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.” I was walking with my group of dark elves when we suddenly got attacked out of nowhere. Me and some other ran away after most of our group died. We ran for several minutes but we came across dangerous obstacles. Most of the group that survived the ambush died when we were running away. Only I survived and that is why I want to take revenge on those who killed my brothers and sisters!
