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?))
Courtney Rosenclaw sat down "Nice to see you old hag, I've dreamt of this day happening." Court takes a seat in the cushion, and then folds her legs. "My story begins on the outskirts in the frontier lands, my mother had taught me the ways of housework (sewing, making armor, farming), while my father taught me how to build homes and buildings for the small village and also to defend myself against others, his favorite saying was "what good is a wall if there aren't those to defend?" Courtney had made a name for ones self as word spread of her builds and preparedness for war. Little did she know where she would end up.
