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.”
''I am Lucius Goldcrest son of Karl Goldcrest'', he proudly explains. ''My realm has been defeated and my family has been killed, well some might be alive'', he tells somberly. ''I am here to reestablish my name and make my way to the very top. I have been trained by the most expensive sword tutors. I am now a wanderer but soon I will be nobility.''he explains arrogantly. ''My realm did everything by decieving the people, but we took that to far and got destroyed by our enemies. By using this tactic I will win trust and get more power. I now have to resume my quest. Good luck with yours.'' he walks away proudly.
