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?))
"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until… Zig begins to speak "I don't got no story to truly tell all I am is a goblin trying to find his way through life with my brother Tips. Truthfully I just want to explore and try new things to just take my time as the good times roll on." "though if I were forced to say my story...." he stops taking another look around cautious "me and my bro left your tribe not in hatred or sadness but because we wanted to be free to explore and not be lock up.....well that what I want but I assume he is the same"
