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?))
...You've been expecting me? Me?" He gestures to himself, his head poking up as though his chin was accusing her. "I simply arrived here.. but since you insist, of course.." Calyx pulled himself into the tent, awkwardly standing hunched by the door. He clearly didn't want to sit down in such a dirty tent. "My name is Calyx Voss. It's a pleasure. I'm a man from nowhere, here to do nothing. I have nothing to live for; I have no one to serve, but I hope to find them." He stretches out his pale, bony hand, which shines in the light. You see his other hand slyly reach for the handkerchief stuffed in his breast pocket, prepared to wipe away any grease and grime. "I grew up far from here. Not NEARLY as wealthy, of course.. but perhaps the hard times reminded me of why I cherish my mina so.. gods, I love my mina.. I'm never going to lose any more, never again.."
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