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?))
Ran his hands through his silky hair, brushing off his shoulders from a small amount of mud that had dirtied it. "Ah, so you really are here.. Guess it was worth coming out here afterall" he scoffed, examining the tent he had just entered, nervously looking towards the old hag before beginning to walk towards the table. "Names Allucard, im here for too find someone who can help me.." he sat down on the cushion crossing his legs and putting his hands on each side of them, looking up with a sharp gaze towards the hag. "You see, i want to know more about this history of this world, Im in search of answers.. A cloaked man i met in a distant town told me i could find something of interest here." furrowing his brow, he placed his hand on the table. "Do you know anything? i didnt come to this dinky town for nothing."
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