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 have grown up in a small elvin clan of archers and hunters, i trained for years and years in archery and hunting with my wolf Fang, on my way here i crossed paths with a small fire dragon it was a tough battle but i shot it in the eye so it had a blind spot then slashed is tummy open. When i was young my father and my mother died and i am the oldest child i looked after my brothers and sisters by hunting and gathering everyday.
