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?))
"I was just loooking through" he grunts with feined confidence. His pulse quickens, breathing turns shallow and eyes dart to the door looking for an escape. "I dont want to be a bother though so I'll take my leave" he says while inching to the door. thinking as he does this "Please dont ask me why I look different from everyone but speak the language so well". just as he thought that a burning pain rockets through him like a hammer against steel begging him to run eventhough he long since forgot how to run on the sand dunes. Try to deflect from himself and take the hags mind off of him he akwardly asks "how about you ma'am whats th estory of this place, it seems interesting to a foreigner like me"
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