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?)) Example: (delete this)
Frederich stood there, eyeing the old hag as he gave one more glance around the dingy tent. He remained standing for the time being as curiousity entangled him, no recollection crossing his mind at the sight of the woman. Eventually, he conceded, sitting down before her. "I am of the blood of Reinmar, a son of its oldest vassal." The young man gave a faint sniff, features curling in disgust at what it found, "I had been sent away to study abroad, in the continent of my father's birth. Now, I have come back, to claim my heritage and embrace my culture, and-" He trailed off, looking away a moment "Discover who I am." Frederich looked back towards her, speaking with a more confident voice, as he stood up "I will need directions to Kretzen. I ask that you help me." He dipped his head respectfully to the hag, and awaited her reply.
