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: Reyhana studies the old hag for a moment being wary of them before letting out a sigh sitting down, placing her bow to the side as she leans back arms folded. ''Guess the beginning is best to start, my mother and father were quite close they had a special bond to each other nearly inseparable, nearly....my father was struck down by dark mages he was defending me from. My mother then became...cold, a distant memory of happiness we once had. I don't fully blame her, losing love of your life can turn your heart cold. She did train me hard so i may be able to defend myself so such a thing didn't occur again, till the day of my trials. Now I travel around seeking other seeds to meet other members of various seeds, to find my place in the family, i also hope to find my purpose though i think we all want to find that. Perhaps one day, i just know ill not let my heart turn so cold to others.''
