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?))
The weary warrior pauses mid stride and tenses, The hags words falling heavy on his ears. "I did not figure i was sent here to spin tales." He lowers his shoulders and lets out a deep sigh, Scanning the hag while lowering himself onto the ragged cushion "My story starts nigh on 4 days ago. I was travelling north, Back home, When i found one of your scouting parties" The warriors gaze peers past the hag, Losing any focus he had. "Of course, at the time I had no idea who these men were. How could I? Your guards armors dont even match." He chuckles as he recalls "I mustve scared them half to death, The archer with them nearly crapped his pants when i drew my blade!" The warrior leans forwards on his palms and laughs loudly, Stopping to lean back and wipe the tears from his eyes. "ahhh but i digress, When I happened upon them they told me of your villages troubles, And i followed them here." He stops and puts his hands on his knees, Almost flexing his stature to the old hag "So. How can i be of service to your people?"
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