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 man sits as asked, his mask's filthy lenses looking back at her.*
"I come looking for new herbs and ingredients!... But, coming here was the least of my problems. I've traveled quite a long ways just to travel here, though such a story would be almost comical in nature with length, and surely I couldn't bore you with such a thing- Especially if you've been expecting me! But, if you do insist."
*The man grabs a small water bladder from his satchel at his side, taking a hefty swig with a cough afterwards before putting it away.*
"I come from the far west, and have traveled past the frostland, past Veletz and Petra, all for..."
*He gestures to his bag then the area around him with open arms, signifying the area around them before his arms go limp to his lap.*
"Some herbs and ingredients for my alchemy experiments. Not a noble cause or a noble trip I know. Traveling across the various kingdoms and countries for some plants in the swampland. But if I am to believe what I've heard, you may have some answers for me regarding my studies and teachings?"
*The man leans forward, resting the bottom of his chin and his mask onto his arm, waiting patiently for a response.*
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