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?)) "HAHA why thank you! *I sit on the seat* I have come from up north, my commanding officer had asked me to warn you of an incoming danger. I am a crusader of the (Insert faction name here, I don't know if you have any factions) and Their is a legion of Trolls coming to kill you all. But fear not for I am your shield! I shall protect your village from those bastards"
*I stand up putting my sword to my chest*
"I vow I will protect your people at all costs. I am your Shield!"
