Dirge

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?)) *Remains standing* "My name is Dirge, I've been on the road for a long time. I adventure from country to country in search of purpose, learning new things and seeking inspiration. It seems this place is where the wind showed me this time. I come from a place called Midian. Midian houses the lowest of the low, but I'm not like them. I find glory and triumph in good deeds, so I left that damned place. I help whoever I can in my travels to fill the hole in my heart where Midian left." As Dirge speaks, he hears a thump somewhere behind him. When he turns he sees nothing, but hears shuffling in front of him. The hag is trying to attack him while his guard is down. Dirge immediately turns back and grabs the hags arm, she tried to stab him with a knife. Dirge: "You think I'll make it that easy, hag?" Dirge then does a maneuver to turn the hags knife on herself, stabbing her fatally. As she writhes in pain, life slowly fading, Dirge leaves one last remark. "Some people are beyond helping, let alone saving. But I'm happy to help the nearby town you've been terrorizing. Now be gone, your twisted reign comes to an end."