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.”
((How do you respond?))
Placing his axe on his back Korthog progresses further into the tent and takes the seat offered to him, "I never usually expect such a warm welcome, especially not in a place like this.", he leans forward and sharpens his gaze intensely, "Who wants to know?".
The elderly crone, completely unphased by Korthog's attempts to intimidate her, grins and chuckles, "Well that's no way to speak to your elders, small talk is how friendships begin don't you know?", she leans back into her practically ancient chair and places her hands together on her lap in expectation.
Korthog reciprocates the gesture and loosens up, "Starting friendships isn't something I've had a lot of experience with, I've done a lot of travelling since childhood.", He looks down at his feet weathered and worn from years upon years of walking, "Never a lot of time spent in one place". His mind turns to that far-gone day where he lost those closest to him, those he would continue to search for to this day, after a brief pause he refocuses cutting of his morbid train of thought.
Once again meeting eyes with the hag Korthog continues, "I came across this place by coincidence like most I visit", he looks around at the eerily decorated inside of the tent, "but I suppose if I'm welcome I'll set up camp here for a few days", he looks up a the crone another time as if to confirm for permission.
The hag widely smiles and laughs at Korthog's sudden change of tone, "That's of no concern to me, I'm no owner of this place;", she stands and turns to exit out of the rear of the tent, "But if you do stay I'd love to get into the nitty gritty of your travels, just to keep an old woman entertained", she exits the tent leaving Korthog confused but nonetheless pleased to have a place to stay.
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