Bud-Lightus

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.” I would study her "Who are you?" I would ask the old lady Without a response from her I would sit down in front of her "Well I don't got much of a story" I would begin "but... I am here on a quest to help me and my brother Thaleus but we just called him Thal." Me and my brother when we were growing up always were around Ale and brewery's, we met local town kids in front of brewery's while our fathers drunk. but it was always fun times. Me and my brothers brewery didn't really start until our father began brewing ale in our homestead. He would always explain to us how it worked and the ingredients he used but he always told us to never use sweet berry's, why? I don't know but we had began our brewery when our friends came over and stated "You two make such a fine ale, why i bet it would be the most popular in the land!" and so we decided to begin selling our ale with our own town brewery. "So" id begin "What exactly did you mean when you said you expected me?"