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?))
Ragnar sits down on the cushion cautiously and scans his surroundings, he begins to speak slowly, "I hail from the northern lands where I have wondered far in order to prove myself worthy to my clan back home, you wouldn't know where the city of elves is would you?", he keeps his guard up expecting an ambush in unfamiliar land, he notices that the old hag has some sort of totem on her neck with an eagle crest.
