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.”
I come from Mumbaiparisamsterdam a town in north Scandinavia its a logging town there I learned how to use an axe ever since then ive traveled ton varing logging towns collecting different types of wood to sell to other people in towns in the area
