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?))
Zane looked around at the old worn houses of the small village, he hoped that somewhere amongst the weathered houses would either be an inn or a tavern of some kind so that he could rest. As he slowly walked around what he noticed to be the same weathered and worn house for the fourth time. Sighing at his own ignorance Zane turned a different corner and was met with the entrance of the old hags worn tent.
Stepping inside he listened as he heard the old hag speak and slowly sat down in what he thought was a rather uncomfortable seat and nodded thankfully at the women. His gaze full of discomfort. "I do not think me story of origin is needed for this here interaction but if youd like to hear i shall tell" Zane straighted his posture as he began to speak. "I left my home village not to, long ago, ya see?" His expression turning to one of sorrow, "I snuck away from my father in the early night and chose to leave with a small group of travelers resting for the night..." Sighing as he watched the old hag's expression change as he spoke. "Soon i entered a kingdom not to far from my old home ya see."
As Zane spoke more of his past he stopped slowly as he figured none of it truly interested the old hag. Instead of carrying on he nodded kindly at the women sitting in front of him and exited the tattered tents entrance before continuing on with his journey.
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