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?)) She walked around to the older woman, scanning the room for danger and once sensing none releasing a breath she didn't know she was holding and taking her seat "well... Me and my siblings, we're all quadruplets might I add, yeah odd I know... our parents were definitely busy.um we recently about a year ago got robbed and it was scarring to say the least since we're of nobility people don't like us much so... you can only assume how that went for our oh so big happy family. We didn't really like the life of a noble anyway so now that we're all of age we decided to venture out to a calmer, Umm...more fulfilling life in a way. we just don't want to be hurt anymore and care more about each other than anything" she said as her hand came to her neck to play with a small bronze necklace .
