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?)) Forsetti: My story, one of vast greatness is a Godlike one! I was sent by the Gods to regulate peace among disputes in this feral land. As the God of justice and reconciliation, I will bring nothing less that proper justice to this world both by verbal means and by the hand of my axe and sword. I shall spare you the bitter details and head off in this pitiful human skin to perform my duty as the son of Baldur and a friend of Odin!
