Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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.”
"…It's not much, mostly just.... wandering looking for a place to call home..." he pause for a second and takes a moment before continuing. "...But at least I get to see things most don't" He looks around before continuing. "Sorry for getting sidetracked... my name is Skylar... I come from a small far away Island...." He takes a moment to catch his breath before continuing "And my parents I wouldn't say they where abusive... They where more or less greedy, They where always stealing and tricking people for their own personal gain... but at least I was able to get enough to leave that island."
