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?))
Cecil begins to walk towards the cushion but before sitting down he says to the old hag, "Thank you for having me, my name is Cecil. Cecil Clawsworn, I came here from the commonwealth of Petra" Cecil finally sits down in a gentle manner, "although, how did you know of me?" The woman had no response, "Well then" Cecil continued, "I'm sure you must have just heard of me in passing. Anyways, it's an honor to make your acquaintance." He continued, "My aspiration is to become a knight, I've had a life of luxury up until now, but I can stand it no longer. I desire to be a knight!" Standing up Cecil hits his head on one of the candles in the air. "Guess im still a bit clumsy for that right now though haha."
