Height: 5'11"
Hair: Brown
Eye Color: Dark Redish
Weight: 180 lbs
Attributes: Slight paralysis on the left side of face
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.”
Landen looks at the hag with poorly concealed disgust. Upon reaching the hag, he dusts the cushion off before sitting down, "What do you mean expecting me?"
The hag cackles slightly, "Such an impatient boy. The answer to your question will come soon but indulge me with your story first."
"I am a Haseni Ranger, I am scouting these swamps for the possibility of a settlement" he replied after a pause for thought.
To this the hag began cackling even harder, "So naive! You really are a bad liar, I know who you are. You are Landen Highlance, or should I call you by one of your aliases? How about John, Matthew, or maybe even Andrew?", she said with a toothless grin.
His face was now growing red with anger, "Don't toy with me! You clearly know who I am, you must know why I am here.", he said with annoyance.
After exhausting herself of laughter, she began again "That I do, but I want to hear it from you. Only a child hides his follies."
At this, Landen stood up and reached for his dagger tucked in his belt, but did not draw. "Listen you old crone, I owe you no explanation. Clearly you know why I am here; I need a place to hide. Point me in the direction and keep your mouth shut and I won't have to gut you"
"If you were to do that, I wouldn't be much use to you dead, now would I?"
Landen moved his hand away from his dagger. "No, I suppose not"
"Then tell me your story, I'm sure the guards aren't far now"
Sighing, he began to explain "I am wanted by the Haseni guard for bootlegging medicine. I don't have much time, please help me hide"
The crone pointed to one of the shacks, "Behind it is a hatch to a cellar. Go down and they won't find you"
After hearing this, Landen quickly turned around and ran to the cellar, out of sight of the hag.

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