beyondtheblock

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.”

"You would not BELIEVE the hassle I've had to go through to get here-" she begins boldly, swatting flies away from her face with gusto "-only to be interrogated like this the second upon my arrival." She pulls up a chair and sits herself down on it with emphasis. "Look." She huffs for a moment. "I'm glad to have been expected but I'd also be glad to keep my whereabouts on the down low." Her voice lowers to a cautious tone, "Ever since my accident I haven't been keen to be known... Or even to be seen." She eyes the older lady. "The rich gentlemen I used to work for as his delivery man wasn't so delighted when I'd finally had enough of his orders and decided to get back at him with him very own gun powder delivery. I blew up his facilities so bad that he wouldn’t even have the resources to track me down. Granted I don’t have any of my own resources but when I ran I had to run quick and.. well.. I won't say more lest I put myself in danger." Her serious expression flickers away and the confident grin she usually wears returns. 

"You see. Since I can't tell you much of the story behind me, instead, let me tell you my story in front of me, because it's going to be great."