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?))
"I am Mithion, Son of Idhrenion, of the woodland realm, I have wondered far in search of my mother who was taken by a raiding party." Mithion said. "I will not rest until she is found. I am 21 years old which is young for an elf. My preferred weapon is a bow my father gave to me but I am fairly decent with my elvish blade. I heard a rumor that the raiding party that took my mother was seen passing through here a week ago and I am trying to track them down." "Do you know anything about that? Mithion asks.