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.”
Cilas approaches the old hag with caution, he's curious why she's been expecting him. "My brother..." Cilas remarks, his voice shaky. "He's been acting odd these past few weeks, if we'd ask him about it he'd only shut you down, tell you nothing is wrong." his voice getting more shaky as he continues to recount the reason he's ended up where he is but he decides to continue on, maybe the old hag knows something he thinks to himself. "Yesterday I woke up to my mother shouting my brothers name. She's standing in his room, which is an utter mess. The window is wide open and nailed to the window frame is a note." Cilas pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath in. "'It's OK.' is what the note said. That's it, nothing else. I have to find him, I have to know what happened, why he left, or if he was taken. Do you know something?" He looks at the old hag sternly, with a sense of hope in his eyes. "Why were you expecting me?" Cilas asks the old hag.
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