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?))
Altaier gives off a soft chuckle. "Glad my face is so memorable. Although I don't think we've met." He said to the hag before bracing a hand under himself as he sat down on the ground before her. "My story? Well...I'm just a simple man trying to learn more about the world. I've had a fascination with magic ever since I was young and aspire to be like the mages in stories." He said and then gave a pointed glance towards the candles.
"I do hope you'll...be able to help me with that?" The man asked playfully, a grin forming on his lips as he even shot her a wink. "Without all the swamp and smell though?" He then teased, attempting to lighten the mood with a joke.
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