Blue_catfish

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?))

"I don't have much of a story" Stops to breath after the long day as the sun sets "However, I heard you're someone to talk to about curing ones ill wife?"
the dim sparkle in their eyes flickers out as does their hope to cure their dying wife. "So tell me, can you aid me?" The request hangs in the air until interrupted by Bemidii once again. "You're my last hope" the sense of urgency now befalls the room "My wife contracted some health sucking illness a month ago and I fear she will not make it through winter before passing." As the sun rises up the women could view the blood stained armor adorned by the knight. "I lost my mother due to a health sucking illness some time ago, because of that I know it takes up to three months to suck a mans soul out." The elderly women nods her head though her face portrays a look of disgust at the man in the way he described it, "Please I beg you, help me. I'll pay... any amount, just help me save my wife."