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?))
Atlyn takes a seat on the cushion, crossing her legs and focusing her attention on the woman before her.
"I...have been roaming these lands for the past couple of days, trying to find my way. I had gathered some flowers to bargain for food, thinking they were special but...a farmer told me they're just common weeds in these lands..."
"It's a good thing I saw the lights of your town when I did, I was beginning to fear I would have to spend another night in the woods."
Atlyn's eyes narrowed as she followed the hag shuffling about the tent, suddenly suspicious of how she knew her. "Though, since you claim to already know me, and judging by your decor, I doubt I spotted those lights by chance."
There was a pause, as the two characters' eyes met. Atlyn's gaze was clearly wary of the hag's intentions, as she recalled tales of such folk from her childhood. The moss and rot reminded her of the village in which she was raised, a cobbled together sanctuary wedged into a cavern and filled with creatures as curious and dangerous as the hag.
Atlyn's shoulders lowered, as she reluctantly decided to trust the strange creature before her. "Still, since you have asked, I will tell you my story."
"I was raised in a small village in a gloomy cavern. My mother used to tell me stories that have been passed down through many generations, of a silver citadel that exists on the surface, full of elves that are masters of their craft. My...friend is sick, our village apothecary has tried his best but there is only so much he can do..."
The elf trailed off, then quickly continued as her eyes fell on the hag's expectant face. "I left my village to find the citadel, to find someone who can help, but I quickly got lost. Could you...give me some directions?"
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