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?))
Ceryné stepped into the dim tent, her gaze flicking from the floating candles to the hag at the back. At the woman’s knowing words, she hesitated before lowering herself onto the offered cushion.
“I didn’t intend to come here,” she said quietly, hands folded in her lap. “The paths through the marsh changed on me. As if something meant to lead me here.”
Her pale green eyes met the hag’s, steady but wary.
“If you’ve been expecting me… then perhaps you know why I’m here more than I do.”
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