_ClubPenguin_

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?))
 

She takes a moment to gather her thoughts, while trying to hide her nerves, yet it is all too visible in the trembling of her hands. Finally, she speaks, her voice is firm, though with a noticeable accent.

"I didn't exactly plan on coming here, it's just... things don't feel right where I'm from. I'm looking for something, for answers, a way to control what's happening to me. Magic, medicine, anything that can cure me. Something that can make sense of all this, I'm willing to learn." Trying to keep her composure, she continues. "I don't know what I'll find here, but I feel like I'm supposed to be."