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?)) Example: He sits on the cushion looking around the old lady's tent almost as if he was looking for something "Mighty fine place you have here, I would have no problems telling you my life story, but to be honest I cant really remember a whole lot." he starts to think "well I was adopted into a family of 2 or was it 3 I cant really remember. Anyways they were looking for a kid to spend their fortune on, but to be complete honest I was 13 and at the age I was a little devil. You see before the whole getting adopted into a nice family thing I roamed the streets looking for scraps of food left outside of the taverns and I drank water with the pigs. life wasn't necessarily the best for me but what's important is that I managed to survive because although my family didn't leave me with much. They at least left me with a strong will. And that's what has been keeping me alive. He sighs "And that's all I can really remember sorry if that wasn't much help everything is still quite foggy.
