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.”
I smile and nod, adjusting my dress as I sit on the cushion. my eyes roam through the dimly lit tent, before landing on the old lady. "I'm Fallyn Selussa, but you probably knew that already. I’m a seamstress and…” I look around once more, this time with an agenda, before looking at the crone. My voice drops to a conspiratorial tone. “An investigator of sorts…”
My expression changes once more to the original light-hearted smile, as I chuckle “Well I guess if you’re not getting paid to investigate anything you’re just nosy, ha ha. You could say I have an eye for a good mystery and I can’t really handle injustice.”
I adjust myself on the cushions again, taking out a piece of paper and a quill. “Now it’s your turn, tell me your story…”
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