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.”
Bohuslav would stagger in, clearly suffering from some unseen injury. His green eyes would resemble pools filled with swampy water, closer to the emeralds they had been in his youth. The hag would stand and attempt a sentence before Bohuslav slammed his fists onto the table in front of him. "You are the last human my father interacted with before he entered the swamp. I’ve tracked you for four years now. What was he looking for?" The hag would narrow her eyes and tilt her head to the side before folding her arms, a clearly nonverbal refusal to speak. Bohuslav would sit in the chair provided for him before sliding back into it, his head tilted up at the ceiling before the hag uttered one word. "Aevos."
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