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?)) Bulwark looks around suspiciously thinking this may be a trap, "uhhh... do I know you?" as he sits, curiously awaiting her answer. The old hag pushes her bangs to the side to reveal a third eye. "You don't know me but I knew you'd be here, now tell me your story." nervously the orc answers "I don't think I should, this witchcraft is unknown to me, I'm afraid of leaving with a curse." She cackles and hides her third eye, "Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you. I've looked into your past and it's obvious why you'd be careful with strangers." Bulwark relaxes his shoulders with a sigh, "If you can look into my past, then why do you ask for my story?" "oh, I just like to see what people are willing to reveal."
