HeroStomp

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?)) Graciously He accepts the offer and as they sit begin their tale. "Ah yes, well you see my name is Brofal Greenriver as I'm sure you're aware from me Pa's letter. Me Pa was a woodworker in Hefumm but my love was always with the fish. Spending my youth learning all I could about fishing from the village I have come here looking to expand my skills further. My dream is to one day to fish in all the seas of the world and learn new ways of cooking them." looking around to see if there are any unwanted ears He leans forward to add "Plus me Pa said that if I brought home another fish he'd gut me like one."