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?))
She blinks a bit before shaking her head having be caught a little off guard slowly speaking up, "What's there to tell." she sighs softly before speaking up again, "I came from a bit of a rough life back home. Constantly trying you live up to my family legacy never really feeling like I had a say. Never really feeling like a fit in so when I came of age I decided to take a risk began practicing with the blade in secret, when I felt I was skilled enough I figured it was time to take my leave to set out from my home and make my own tale. So while my family sleep I planned my leave taking matters in my own hands and leaving overnight, and thus I've been traveling ever since." she smiles to the old hag hoping it was a decent tale
