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.”
((How do you respond?))
Brokkr stared at her with a very stern look, "if you know who i am, you must know why im here". A moment later, He slowly move my hand inside my damaged armor and grab a small and aged looking map, Brokkr opened it with a loud slam on the table which almost break. "Where is he" as Brokkr point to the map, his eyes burning with all the passion of his people, "WHERE IS MY BROTHER, we know he was seen around here not to long ago". The Hag suddenly closes her eyes, and a huge smile appears, "I'll give you what you seek...you know my price." She then points to a long list, words filling the page. As if she knows what's coming next, she says, "So, who will it be?"
