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?)) "Ominous, but my story, is that I came from a far away nation, that was destroyed in war." he says, looking grim. "It has been so long since I've had a place to stay, I've become a new man". After a second he says: "I seek to rebuild a place that I can call my own, and hope to make it a place that others can enjoy, as I've been traveling longer than any person should. I hope to make a safe place full of life that all can enjoy, so nobody feels the dread I did again." He states, while looking distraught, yet hopeful. He scratches his head and asks: "What's your story?"
