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.”
Raitokk sits down across the table from the hag looking tired from the adventure and says "I am on an adventure with my blood brother, for riches, story and lore. I am here for the riches and do protect my brother, Sader."
He exhales and inhales in the wet air. "If you want do hear more, ask my brother he likes to talk more than me."
