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.”
Whyle ponders on the idea of this strange lady and thinks "Is she a evil hag, no probably not hags looks uglier"
Whyle then states in a raspy voice
"Ah my story well it all begins in a small fishing village where the devious goblins attacked without warning aswell, The guardian of my fishing village tried to protect my home but fell to the spears of the greedy goblins. That was when i was younger and now all i have left of my home is the immortal head of the guardian of the village ontop of my own giving me gradience on my journey until now, going from town to town and doing odd jobs for coin. Now im here, as I was told somewhere here people will give me a home and a blade."
