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?))
Milo ducked beneath the entrance of the tent, eyes adjusting to the candlelight. The swamp's odor permeated the area, but he was no stranger to strong smells. He glanced around the room, taking in the various jars and trinkets scattered about. The hag's voice startled him slightly, but he composed himself quickly, hoping she wouldn't notice the mild lapse.
Milo raises an thick auburn brown. "Expected, eh?" He muttered, mostly to himself. He wasn't used to being expected - he spent most of his days travelling aimlessly. Still, something intrigued him. Maybe this would give him more direction. He nodded, moving towards her and sitting down in the offered seat, settling in as the seat groaned under his weight. "Well, if yer looking for stories, I reckon I have a few."
He leans forward, both to engage his host and get a better look at her. "Name's Milo. Milo Bottlebelly. Lots of folks call me the Brew'r, on account of my interest in makin' multiple sorts of things.. Salves, potions, even the odd alcohol now and again. Self taught, though, and I've had some rather explosive results at times." His eyes glean, remembering some fonder times. Lately though, it feels like there's something more I'm meant for. There's something deeper to it all - something wild in the heart o' nature. The moss, the mushrooms, the vines - the way life clings together even in the darkest places - it's all connected, aye?"
He pauses, judging her reaction. "I'm hope to learn more - to learn to use nature to heal, to mend the broken, and to protect what thrives. But," he sits back up, looking more directly at her. "Yer already knowin' all of that, ain't ya? So tell me - who are you and why were you expecting me?"
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