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?))
He takes a deep breath and sits in the cushion relaxing quite a bit, "it was a long journey to find a place to rest", says as he pulls out of his Pack-Sack a Waterskin and starts drinking some beer, and when finished taking a big sip starts speaking calmly but with a serious tone, "you know.... it has been harder since i grew up, rejecting my father's teachings has taken me to places that I could have avoided, and now i can't go back, but now its time to mature and take new paths to the greatness i have always craved to have"
