Alex_Basileus

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?))

Example: Alexander was thankful for the candles at least, not that it could cover up the rotting smell of wood. A stark difference of enviroment from where he had grown up. A place that was hardly messy. He regretted his reason for leaving but - what was done was done, now it was time to gather a footing and rebuild his resources. However despite his polite smile he was extremely distrusting of the old woman. He did not know her, and doubted she actually knew him. Resisting rolling his eyes he placed a closed fist on his chest and slightly inclined his head. "I thank you for your hospitality madam, but I have somewhere to be." Perhaps somewhere that was cleaned at least, once a week. He'd continue down the road until he found something more worthy to his standard of living.