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?)) Damian Smiles and sits down and crosses his arms "I grew up in a Common family, but my family was attacking by a neighboring bandit force who was greedy for land, money, food. They slaughtered my family while I was young, I was the only survivor, so I took my Knowledge my family taught me in hunting l and grew up as I adventured out, learning to survive, and adventure in the harsh world, I now am a lone man looking for a kingdom to serve, for something righteous and fair, a Kingdom who's royalty treats their people with fairness and kindness." Damian thought for a moment pondering while tapping his lip and looked at the women "I am looking for the way to Ledna. as I hear it is a good place, If you could point me in that direction"
