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?))
"My story" I said in a low voice, "my story is carved in the bones of those who stood in my way. I come not for a reward, but for glory and power". I finally lowered myself onto the cushion and looked straight at her eyes. "You know why I'm here..."
