bearsbearpotatoe

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?))

"Good morning sweet hag, how long since I've last had the pleasure of your company." Neveah watches her expressions carefully, insuring she too is in the mood for familiarity. Neveah sighs, the witch is not. "I have brought a delivery of herbs for your house. It was the least my family could do to express our gratitude."

Neveah eyes the hag, blinking slowly. "I-I suppose I also came to ask a favor... Well another favor. It is my father.. he too has fallen ill. I fear this winter has been hard on his age. If he too passes I will be left alone to care for our house" Neveah sighs looking up at the shabby roof as if to stop the tears that slowly emerge from the corners of her eyes. "Our house will fall into ruin... I am too young to care for siblings, to weak to care for my fathers business... as it falls, I lack the prospects to form a union." Neveah took a deep breath before staring deep into the hags eyes. "Please save my father. I beg of you. I will give anything."