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?)) Example: -Dutch takes a glance around looking at his surroundings blinking rapidly unaware- Dutch takes a sit fiddling with his fingers nervously. "My-my story? My name is Dutch from a mountain of the Vikings I was lost at sea when i ran away from home at only 15 on my own in the wild -He pauses- along with my crow Kuch he has been by my side all along. Never meet my parents when i was little and never had a name so i named myself and my companion." "So ?"-He Pauses- "What's your story?" He asks in a low pitched tone. "Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
