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?))
Example:
*an unmoving face and an empty stare meet the old woman and they then melt into a bright smile and cheeks glistening with joy*
"How refreshingly welcoming you are, dear grandma! I suppose I can't refuse an introduction then since you, a dear elder, has asked so wonderfully of my name." *the briliant smile covering her face is quickly dragged away as her gaze moves somewhere just a little bit further - past the hag*
"My name is Clenné. I am a child of a loving family that, sadly, is no longer found within my memories. I am a warrior of a faith that does not exist. And I have every good reason to be here.."
*a sudden twitch of her pupils and they pierce the old woman again*
"You see, dear grandma, I was once a child with a big smile, black hair and brighter than now eyes. I was sitting and singing in a beautiful valley of peaceful winds and soothing rays of sunshine, I loved the flowers and all of the critters around them, even those that flew so very close to me and my head. And then it was my father, or was it my grandfather, you will need to excuse me for I can no longer tell - he, a figure of strength, had put his hand upon my head and ruffled my hair, spoke with this deep reverberating voice of his, one befitting of a dragon I'd say and told me simply that this very moment where I was - here where the bees fly over my head, the flowers and weeds dance to the winds and here and where the sun meets my cheeks is where I shall seek to be for the rest of my days. He too spoke of the sun's brillinacy and the relentless twirls of the winds - he said that they are where we shall all meet and fall in love with life and in turn we shall lole that regain the trust of the one who made us. I believed his words then, I stand behind them today. The very armour if mine I crafted with his help and he too has gifted me my sword - not to fight a war but to search - to move forward and one day meet the sun and the winds the way I had back then. And so here I meet you, grandma. And here you meet me. I dearly hope you have heard me well, for now I've tired myself and must reach forward for a bed now."
*her speech ends abruptly, same way it had started and her face is quickly drained of any energy it had exuded a moment prior, only her eyes search the hag for something, an answer maybe - perhaps she expect a bed from her indeed*
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