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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?" Hilda repeats back as she complies, sitting down on the chair indicated by the old lady. She furrows her brow in confusion before speaking up again. "You must be the lady Ma told me about then." A polite smile appears on her face. "I'm Hilda. Hilda Fritz. Nice to meet you." She reaches across the table to shake the old lady's hand, the way her father told her to greet people. But the old lady doesn't shake her hand so Hilda awkwardly sits back down. "Alright..." She cleared her throat and began. "I'm a farmer. Or, at least I was." She smiles awkwardly as she scratches her head. "I used to live with my Ma and Pa. But then Pa went off for some mercenary work and... Well, he never came back again. Ma told me about a place I could go to to start anew. I don't know why this was the spot. Ma had a lot of secrets she never told me about. And Pa had just as much too. But he told me he'll explain it all when I get older. Ma told me the same too but..." Hilda frowns. "Well, she just told me to come here. Ma was always one for riddles and such..." Hilda nods as she composes herself. "Ever since then I've been running around doing the odd job here and there. Gathering money for fares and trekking toward... Well... You." Hilda looks up, referring to the old hag. "And now I'm here. Took a while too..." Hilda furrows her brow in confusion once more. "Well... What about you? What's your story? Why did Ma send me here?"