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.” "As for what brings me here... let's just say I'm a traveler in search of... opportunities." Zada's eyes flickered around the dimly lit tent. "I was orphaned at a young age, left to fend for myself on the streets. That's when the Shadow Eyes found me." his voice took on a tone of regret "They took me in, trained me in the ways of the assassin. For ten long years, I killed for them, mastering the art of stealth and subterfuge. But as I grew older, I began to question the true purpose of the Shadow Eyes. Now I'm trying to make something better of myself. To be better."
