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?))
Rowen frowns, before hesitantly approaching the cushion and sitting on his knees, looking up at the strange woman.
he inhales, beginning.
"my name is Rowen Thorn," he begins "I am looking for a place to stay since my mother has recently kicked me out. I have been searching for the past few days and am weary from my travels..." he looks up at the woman, wondering if he must to continue or if she is happy with his explanation.
upon seeing her expectant stare, he sighs.
"I am the youngest of my two siblings; Jasper and Will. our father died when we were young.." he stops himself, his fathers panicked flailing seared into his brain... he had only wanted to teach Rowen to fish..... Rowen shakes his head.
"a-anyways, uhm, with Jasper doing the chores and Will doing the hunting, I suppose my mother just didn't see a reason to keep me around."
he clears his throat, glancing around the tent as he speaks
"a-and what of you? why are you... here?"
he looks up at the woman, awaiting her reply.

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