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?))
“My Story?” They look with curiosity at the old hag. “I guess I can do it. My story begins in a small cave. A cave where a few Mali'ker live in traditional style. But I.. I didn't fit in. I was weak, I was a coward. Always in the shadow of my older sister. I sneaked out regally at night to look at the night sky it fascinated me. But others just media fun of me for it and I just couldn't stand it.” They seem a bit down telling the story. “And one night when a storm darkened the moon I just ran away. I thought I was a good idea at the time but I realized soon it wasn't. I got lost in the forest I was hungry it was cold I thought I would die. But then Leon found me. He was a human living in the forest. It was a beautiful time” They stop starting to fade out smiling in old memories. “Oh yes my story. So Leon took me to his home. I leaned to hunt, I head to chop wood basically we head to everything ourself. And that is how I got strong. But as I was around 17 years of age some strange man came to our house. They talked to Leon about something Importen. After this he told me he had to do something but will be back soon” a single tear drops on the ground “But he didn't. And I waited and waited and waited until one day he visited me in my dream telling me I have to find his Axe Nachtfalter. Someone probably stole it form his body. And this is the reason I am here. So you expected me?” they look curious at the Old hag. “Tell me”
