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?))
"Ever since I was a kid I was wanted to protect people, I always wanted to be a valiant knight that goes around protect the weak who cannot protect themselves" Treavor says reminiscing about the past. "My dad was the captain of the town guard I used to live at, He taught me how to use a sword, to defend against tyranny and fight for justice... well he did anyway" Treavor says in a sad tone as some bad memories come to pass. "That's why I must get stronger so that I can ensure no one has to go through what I had to go through."
