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 quietly stare at the old woman in a moment of awkward silence before finally speaking, "expecting me? interesting..., well if you ask, I suppose I'm not against sharing." I then take a moment to look around once again before cautiously taking a seat. I then start again beginning to tell my tale, " I've come from nowhere special really, I've always enjoyed a quaint and peaceful life, but one can only enjoy a peaceful life for so long before they become bored and restless as I have. So as anyone would I've decided to look for something else, something more. And so, I've decided to find somewhere else that has more to offer, as a young child I've always had my eye set on mixing up potions, all kinds of them. My goal for this new exploration is to learn alchemy, set up shop or something of the sort and of course meeting new people and settling down somewhere would be a plus. I've never been very good with people but have always enjoyed the company of animals for nature. I have minimal things to offer and so much I want to learn, I'm just hoping luck goes my way." after the small ramble of having said not much but spoken plenty I once again revert to an awkward silence...
