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?))
"My tale is one of honor and duty, was born in the fiery depths of the mountains," My name is Yorri he SHOUTS as his voice echoes through the swamp. "I was sent here to bring back a lost artifact of my people to prove I’m ready for the deep mountains."
