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?)) "Funny your asking, to be honest, I have no recollection of the past weeks, I was a part of a huge raid the the north, last thing I remember is being kidnapped by some Elfs. Some how I ended up here. I think I need a drink now"
*Drinks a sip or two*
"Ahh.. Much better. Now we can continue"
"Anyways, besides these recent events, I'm an opportunist. I take what is offered. I roam around towns across the lands and get involved with what ever is offered, as long as there's a way for me to make a coin out of it. I'm rather friendly, but I'm not afraid of a good brawl, and I can though a nasty left if needed. Other then that I just enjoy good company, ale and pipe."
