Abbbatha

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?))

You would gaze around the room, gathering in your surroundings. Slowly stepping closer to the hag, you would say softly, "You've been expecting me?" The old hag would nod and motion again for you to sit down. Once you've decided that the coast is clear, you would slowly lower yourself onto the cushion, moving your gown to lay perfectly around you. I'm not sure why you care for your looks in a place such as this, but you do. "Well...?" the old hag's voice would trail off. Looking up to meet her gaze, you realize you have been messing with your gown for quite some time. Taking a small breath, you begin. "My story? Well... it's not too long of one really. I'm from Haelun'or. Born and raised there. I never did much traveling out of my nation..." You would get lost in your thoughts until the old hag SNAPPED and you were brought back to reality. "Oh- I'm sorry. As I was saying, Haelun'or is my home. More specifically, Karinah'siol. Oh what a lovely city!" You would clap your hands together, imagining your lavish life back home. What a stark contrast from your current setting... "My father is a scientist and my mother an artist. I love her art. I hope to be as talented as her someday - hopefully in the near future." You would giggle and continue on. "Though, no matter how much I do hope to be like her, I don't have nearly enough motivation as she does. I really do love my home- I do." You would nod earnestly at the old hag, hoping to convince her of that statement. "However... I don't know I just- I want to explore. I know I have a luxurious, cushioned life and I'm thankful for it. But I want more. I want adventure. And then I'll return back to Karinah'siol and continue my duties. I just need to get it out of my system! That's all." You would look towards the old hag, hoping for some change in expression. Maybe one agreeing with what you said? But her expression had not changed. "Anyways, that's my story. And that's how I ended up here. On my little adventure it seems." You would mumble the last sentence, twirling at your hair - a habit you picked up whenever you get anxious. The old hag remained quiet long enough for you to get up and excuse yourself. Just as you had reached the entrance to the tent, you here her say, "Wait. We're not done."