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.”.
"My story?" sits on his knees and began to explain in a slow and tired voice. "I come from a warrior lineage. My dad was a good warrior, hero. he always made me trained me to be a strong warrior" he is head bent down slowly "I.. I cant remember my mother except for a few moments.When I was very young and we were living beautifully in our town, we were raided by orcs. I saw a dagger stabbed into my father's heart. My mother threw us into the stream in tears to save me and my little brother. I don't know where my brother is or even if he's still alive". stood up and with a loud voice "This town is the beginning of my journey. I will never allow orcs to slaughter humans. Now get out of my way witch"
