Arising7

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?))

"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until… I Would take a kind gesture at the seat, sitting at it with my back facing the opposite side of the mysterious woman. "I have come from a town called 'Haense' I was born and raised there as a kid. My parents took care of me, we never had many minas, but we had a small shack." Would pause for a second, seeing if the woman had any anticipation of doing anything. "I came here for simple reason, I liked the way the economy was setup, it is very simplistic, and very manageable. Having one ruler in kingdom filled with people just does not work out for me." The woman would thank me, and she would then gesture me out of the tent, filled with a rotted smell of wood.