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: A childhood that was not easy, lives lost in major raids... it's all still in my mind. Even though I was a child, I realized that day that my destiny was to fight far away. I spent my youth next to a guard on a horse. It took me until I was 25 years old to find out that I was an Adunais. My goal is to preserve and preserve the knowledge that my ancestors inherited to me. To build a kingdom of Adunais that I would die for and to keep our race alive!!!!
"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…
