MidiasPenguin

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You 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?)) He politely takes the seat offered to him. "Where would I begin?" He hesitantly makes eye contact, trying to figure out what he's gotten himself into, "I've been traveling from up north, looking for some friends really. I was born to merchants, who travelled a lot, so I lived with my uncle Marlos, who trained me as a woodsman a I grew up". He would take a breath and calm himself down, "He raised me on stories on valiant knights, protector of the realm and, heroes. And tales of religion too, he used to be a follower of The Red Faith, and how great it is to give back and help people, and now that he is gone, I guess I'm trying to follow the tenets of a religion I barely understand". He stands up to stretch his legs energetically, like he can't sit still for too long, and looks down at the hag, "I don't know if I want to be a knight or priest or whatever, I just want to help, to always be kind and decent, to do what's right". He bends his knee, so he is kneeling before her, and says "I guess what all this rambling really means is, do you need any help?"