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?))
"My story, huh?" Solak looks at her with a cold stare, slowly sitting on the chair, seemingly both relaxed and alert at the same time. "I come from an old village deep in the woods, disconnected from any signs of civilization. My mother..." he let out a slow and shallow sigh, looking down with a small sign of grief. "She taught me a life of peace, peace that would lead to her passing" His eyes dart back up, his elbows now resting on his knees with his fingers intertwined in front of his face. "I realized the error of her teachings." His voice deepens, the tone of his voice darkening. "I do not wish to harm others. However, if they wish to harm me... they shall see their bloodlust repaid tenfold. I am here to repay the men who killed my family, for I owe them a sincere act of servitude, that... is my story" He sits back, returning to his welcoming position on the cushion.
