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. Then they stepped 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?))"My name is Asher Sunford, and I have wandered from a distant land called Artherx. It is a small town with about 100-150 people. "said Asher. "There weren't much kids to play so had to hang out with my relative Luka. He was physically gifted and was always the center of the group. A few months ago, we had a bit of booze and were trashed upon our beds. Drunk, we decided that our lives would be boring and would rot away if we stayed in Artherx forever. We decided to adventure the world with our eyes and set off." He said, with a slight smile on his lips. " A few nights ago, we set camp under a big red oak. I was sleeping under the tree and Luka wanted a breeze and said he would be on the top of the tree, watching out for any intruders. I drifted off to sleep woke up the next day to find blood all over the place." His voice became smaller and halted into a stop. A few seconds and a deep breath later, Asher kept and with his story. "Terrified, I tried to find Luka and as all happy tales come to an end, He was motionless and his spark had diminished. After saying goodbyes, I found may way to this town, and here am I, standing in front of you." said Asher.
