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?))
Firstly coming off as rather sheepish, Cilliren looked around. Expecting it to be someone else who the hag was talking to, but after a quick glance, she realized it was her. She took a deep breath and clasped her hands together, fidgeting with her fingers for a second before starting to speak, “Well– uhm. I was just wandering around, if I am being honest.” Still rather unsure, she made her way towards the cushion and sat down, trying to take as little space as possible. “Curiosity, I assume?” A soft chuckle betrayed her. “I’ve always been told that I got the energy of my mother.”
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