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?" Kol responds, "My story is one of interest. I came here in search of a life. One of purpose, to help people." Kol finishes, then sits down onto the cushion. He continues speaking to the hag, getting sentimental, "I was born and raised in a faraway town, where we had nothing but tales of heroes and knights. We had nothing. No money, hardly any food, and bandit attacks frequently. Luckily for me I learned to fight back, hence my journey here." As he finishes, he looks to the hag and shrugs, "I would expect you to understand, given the town I find myself in."
