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?))
Would look around, aware of any dangers as the old hag beckons me to come sit and tell her my story. “Well, I hail from the cold of Haense, my family worked under a brutal baron as potato farmers.” He would shake his head slightly, seeming somewhat upset when he spoke. “I would get up, eat, drink and wash myself and then farm potatoes for this lord till the sun went down.” Taking a brief pause. “It was a not good life but now I wish for more in my life.” A smile coming to his face. “I earned enough mina, To leave and find work within the heartlands. I plan to visit the Kingdom of Aaun and the League of Veletz and to my own home.” A bright gleaming smile would form upon his face. “My story is simple but I can not wait to see what the rest of my life has in store.”
