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?))
"In the heart of distant lands, amidst rugged mountains and ancient forests, I, Iroth Bakar, began my journey. Restless and hungry for adventure, he roamed the wilds, mastering the ways of the land.
Answering the call of adventure, he traversed distant lands, meeting allies and adversaries along the way. "Greetings, traveler," he said with a nod to a weary traveler on the road, offering directions to the nearest village.
But it was in a swampy town that his true journey began. There, facing an ancient crone, he shared his story—a tale of courage, loss, and the pursuit of truth. "Please, wise one," he implored, bowing before her, "guide me on my path."
And so, armed with his spirit and wits, he embarked on the perilous journey to discover himself, ready to face whatever trials fate had in store. "I will not falter," he whispered to himself, steeling his resolve as he ventured into the unknown."
