Alistirr

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?))

The white-haired male would look over at the old woman, thinking before speaking up. "Apologies but I wouldn't be able to do that. Since I'm currently looking for some materials." Xyren would pause for a slight moment. He would have an expression as if he was in a hurry, this would lead to him observing the tent in a quick manner. But would continue speaking. "Which looks like you don't have anything I am looking for in here, so apologies once more but I'm gonna continue searching." The male would do a slight bow before leaving the tent in a rush.