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?)) he would take a seat on the cushion, looking around, he would begin with "well where shall I start?" He would pause for a moment before continuing "I am not really sure where I was born, in fact my parents had abandoned me in a town. My caretakers said that the townspeople had found me in a barrel. Quite hilarious actually." He would pause for a moment to sniff smelling rotten wood "say it does smell quite horrendous here, im surprised how you lot make it in such conditions. My nose would die if I have to live here everyday. Oh by the way before you say anything I mean no offense in saying, its just that the place does smell quite hideous if I do say so." he would then look around again his gaze would meet a rusted sword on the wall and he would remind himself that he has gone off track. "Ah ive gone off track havent I, Where was I, ah yes when I was very little I had taken quite a liking for sword combat, recently I had fought as a mercernary in the Reinmar-Ravenswood war fighting on the side of Celia'nor when my mercernary company disbaneded I travelled for a while and now im here in this stinky town." he would soon take notice of his stomach which would grumble out of hunger. "Say, do you where the nearest tavern is, for Ive been travelling for a while and im quite hungry." he would say as he would stand up from the cushion his tailbone hurting from sitting, essentially on the ground.
