17Lewis

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?))

"Oh, uh…" he stutters, having to re-live what he's been through. He takes a deep breath, and gazes up at the old woman. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until he thinks to himself, "oh well, she's a random old hag from a swamp. What hurt could it do?"  Leòdhas proceeds to open up. "Well... I'm not from around here you see..." as he struggles to make words. "I was born up in't harsh winters of the North. Me and me mum had to leave our town in search for a new life, and it was met with a great loss, and a hole in my heart. My mother was torn from this life by a group of Southerners looking for trouble as we were out one evening." He says as he starts tearing up but not showing any physical sign of sadness as if he is still in shock from everything. "They took the one thing that mattered most. And for what?!" He asks in anger. "There are some cruel people in this world. Make sure you don't become one of them." The old hag reassures him. He goes on to continue, "So I decided to give her the farewell she would have wished for. I am travelling back up North to scatter her ashes on the peak of where we sat to get away from it all. Then... I can begin on a new chapter." He takes another deep breath, feeling relieved to get it off his chest.

"I know you will make her proud, boy. I can feel it" The old hag states.