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?))
He lays on the cushion and stretches. ''me? I'm wearing a mask, you silly! haHAha!. It's not nice to look through masks with weird spells, assuming you used one, of course... but anyways!'' He yawns and gets comfy on the couch. The half-human, half-elf, who leans more towards the elf side, was a weird guest to have.
''The name's Riven. I'm a fella who kinda lost track of where the heck I come from. My head sometimes feels a little weird, and I hear more than just my own voice!'' He says that last part while using a ''spooky'' tone. His mask moves as if it has reactions, it's kinda cartoonish and creepy. ''In short terms, I really don't know who am i exactly, wich voice is truly mine... But in all honestly, if you knew who i was through my mask, i bet that you know more about me than myself'' The old hag chuckles at his weird nature and then Riven asks ''C-can i use your bathroom please?'' in a rather suddenly shy way, almost dropping a cup of a table, the hag feels amused, while the now shy boy plays awkwardly with a strand of his white hair that sticks out from his mask
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