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?))
I hesitantly look at the seat laid before me, "I'd prefer to stand, I think". Still eyeing the dingy cushion, I recount my tale for her. "I was born and raised in Numendil. I assisted the military as a tactician briefly before being asked to leave by my soft-bellied general, despite getting our soldiers to do their jobs correctly.", I put emphasis on the word 'despite', practically spitting the word. "As of late I am looking for a new place of residence to hopefully resume my studies. I believe that is where you come in." I say as I look at the hag expectantly.
