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?))
Anfrei looks up at the hag for a moment, pausing and taking a breath before going into a clearly practiced speech. "If I am to tell a story, then I'd best start at the beginning, no? I hail from the Kingdom of Norland, born to an unimportant family. I was to become a seamstress, as my mother was before me, but I've never found that sort of work to be... fulfilling. And so instead, I've decided to become a traveling trader, at least until I can set up my own shop." As Anfrei mentions having her own shop, a noticeable twinge of a smile forms on her lips, before she slips back into her rehearsed spiel. "And so it is that I come to you now, in the hopes of receiving help in pursuing my dream."
