Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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?))
Her boots thump against the dirt ground as she enters the tent. Careful to keep from the fire of the candles as she walks forward, and she nods to the old women. "You knew i was coming?" She questions, sitting down on the cushion as she was asked. "well no matter. My tale is a long one so i hope you have something strong in that goblet" A joke and she laughs nodding her head towards a silver goblet sitting on the table next to a wooden tray of olives and apples.
The copper haired girl shifts in her seat, getting comfortable before she begins to speak again, "You ask me to tell a story" Her gaze distant "Well mines but of a girl wanting a knew life, and a start over." the wind doesn't howl as she spoke anymore, just distant sounds of tree leaves. "my past isn't something pretty to tell."
She leans forward, candlelight catching her eye. "Now come do tell, does my future turn but ever so brighter for me?"
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