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: "My Friend Arithon and I came from a far away village of High Elves where life had grown stale and tedious. My parents were simple middle class with no ambition but to be ordered around like cattle. We had done nothing but follow instructions given to us by the elders. We constantly were told 'go fix this'or 'go help them' never doing enything that truly mattered. We've come to this part of the world to seek new adeventures and fully live this life. Now, what was that about expecting us?" Carrik replied as he took a seat at the table the frail looking lady sat. "Are you some sort of orcale?" Carrik continued
"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
