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?)) * As he entered the tent he eyed the Hag suspiciously * "You want My story?" * He asked with a slight tilt of his head * "So be it. I was born into a large family of fishermen in a small village in the mountains. Throughout my childhood and adolescence I worked as a fisherman like my father. I always dreamt of a better life, I suppose I had ambitions or wanderlust. At the age of 25 decided to leave my home in search of a better life. * He let out a sigh *"That's why I'm here now, I'm hoping you can help point me to the better life I dream of"
