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?))
"What do you want me to say?" Gary asked confused. "As long as you can introduce yourself." old hag replied.
After a moment of silence, "well," Gary began.
"I was born in a quiet little village, where life was good and my family was very kind to me. But when I was ten years old, a group of thieves attacked the village, stole the property and set fire to the entire village. " Gary said sadly.
"So, what happened after the accident?" asked the old hag.
"When the accident happened, a masked man took me to a cave. After the accident, I returned to the village with him and found that the village was in a mess and everyone had disappeared." Gary said. "After inquiries in surrounding towns, we found that many people were brought to the port and taken away, including my family."
"That was sad," the old hag said. "I saw you brought a sword. Who taught you swordsmanship?"
"The masked man taught me swordsmanship and helped me a lot. However, he passed away five years ago." Gary answered.
"Back to the topic, why are you here?" asked the old hag.
"I want to find my family and avenge the village." Gary said.
"It's strange, why did we talk so much when we first met?" Gary asked in confusion."Forget it, I have to go. Goodbye, ma'am."
"Wish you have a safe journey." the old hag said. Then whispered: "Great warrior, begin your journey."
（I'm sorry that I used wrong account name.）
