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?))
Ashwulf quickly bows in trying to be respectful. But was a bit hasty to be so. "Elder, I hope vy are well, I have been on a journey hunting the land to see how the war has changed the hunts, but yam lost for a year or two and yam trying to get back to my fathers house." Eagerly he goes on to question the elder, "Have vy heard of the Holvech family?"
