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?)
'Grunts' I am Armus.
'Sits down and shuffles to get comfortable' I set forth on a great journey to join a legendary troop. "Scratches Head" Also as my father did I walk in aid of others as it has always been my life goal and who I aspire to be. 'Nods Reassuringly' I have lived in most every realm and I've traveled dozens more, I've met Great Lords 'Raises Hand' and Lowly Peasants 'Lowers Hand' , all for some strange reason 'Strokes Beard' causing me to be here, talking to you.
'Disgruntled' I don't know why but I feel like you know that, I feel like you know me, and 'Scratches the back of his neck' for some Strange Reason you look Familiar to me, so who might you be and 'Angrily' why have the Gods brought me to you?!?!
