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?))
He sit down on the table infront of the old hag. She gives me a cup of water and he starts telling his story:,,I am the son of or was the son of a Caravan Merchant-´´He hesitate for a moment ,,but then a client was not so happy with our pricing and he hired a group of bandits to steal and murder us.´´
He sighed for a moment:,,I was lucky and managed to hide and escape but my father and mother werent so lucky.´´ He clenched his fist ,,they were brutally murder right in front of my eyes.´´
Rage filled his eyes,,That was a few weeks ago and i vowed to kill those Bastards if its the last thing i do!´´
He yelled and clenched his cup:,,Those Bandits and the Bastard who hired them i will kill them.´´
He calmed down a bit:,, After im done with those I make a company to honour my father and mother.´´
