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?))
"I don't know who you are but I supposed I can tell you." "I was found as a child by a woman I don't know my real parents but she adopted me I was born into a mercenary camp." "I was abused by everyone in the troop however I trained I soon became one of the best mercenaries in the troop at a young age." "I then left when I was framed of killing one of the mercenaries and I worked as a solo mercenary." "I was just doing a job and killed a person and a guy was impressed." "I met the guy later while travelling some of them tried attacking me but I beat them then he "The Hawk" dueled me and I lost and I joined them." "I continued with the men and the Mercenary band increased in power and we served a kingdom." "He said something that made me want to follow my dream, and I left." "He found out and dueled me however I won and left for 2 years." "I came back and someone from the band told me hawk was captured so I came to where he was." "I saw him in a state I didn't even recognize him I burst into rage and killed every soldier keeping us from leaving until they kept Hawk as a hostage." "Hawk did something I don't know what it was but he sacrificed all of us for power and did something I will never forgive him for." I will kill HIM and whatever the things that caused this." "I only seek revenge now."
