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?))
"My-" Niamh stops, clutching the strap of her bag slung across her chest. "You want to know my story?" She tilts her head in confusion as she plops cross legged upon the cushion before her. "Uh, well it's not much of a story to tell..." She laughs and wrings her hands together nervously. "I've not been away from home for very long, y'know, adventuring. So not much to tell on that front." She stills her hands and sits up a little straighter, making shaky eye contact with the hag for a moment. "But I've done well, considering how different everything is. Have you ever been to the countryside?" She shakes her head in disdain. "It's dreadfully boring." She rocks back to rest some weight on her hands. "The only reason I'm really out here at all is to find family. It is truly bad manners to go completely missing when someone leaves for just a few days"
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