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?))
"Ahh.. this place reeks of a wet dog, names Lezif." he runs his gauntlet across his helmet knowing the hot air is sticking to him like honey. "and uhh i thought i arrived here with a friend, maybe you seen him? a blind elf tall as a tree and dumb as a log, i'm sort of his guide around here.. poor sod will probably trip and fall into the lake nearby if i don't find him. sorry you asked a question i'm from the Justiciars of Dawn or well i used to be until i got kicked out for treason, nothing major but i did get a lot of men killed on our side.. now i'm just another nameless wanderer, not even fit to lick the boots of the people i once commanded tch."
