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.” Elban sits and smiles "hello madam I am Elban Dufois though folks back home call me Shahand. I was a farmer with my parents though they passed away a few months back. I figured I'd do some traveling and exploring and hoping to learn about others and how people off the farmlands out of my small town live. The blacksmith even made me this armor before I left. Come to think of it I don't think I've ever seen an area like this before, I hope it ain't too dangerous around here. That being said while I wanna learn of people and explore I suppose I should make money while I'm at it." He rambles on excitedly before pausing remembering his manners "I apologize Ma'am but that's my tale" he says blushing.
