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 nods his head in acknowledgement and begins to speak: "I've grew up tending to the farm animals on my pa's land, since I was a young lad, I dreamt of the finer things in life like the riches of the nobles, and began committing petty crime." He deeply exhaled, pondering on his past and trying to collect his thoughts. After a moment of thought he began to speak again: "I spent a portion of my young adolescence drifting in and out of crime to fulfill my ambitions while also seeing family responsibilities such as raising my little young brother." His eyes dart around the dingy tent, picking up the pungent smell until finally resting on the old hag.
