bluecurtain

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You 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 blink, not expecting the question. Carefully, you sit down on the cushion, pleasantly surprised when it's not as damp as you assumed it would be. "There's not much to my story, I'm afraid... erm, ma'am." You're uncertain how to address a hag. "But I was born far off, in the Empire of a Thousand Suns. I left those lands in my youth however, my people's brutality wasn't something I could bear into adulthood. Now I roam- I've heard these lands have many an opportunity for travelers. Could you tell me.. is that true?"