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?))
"Oh- uh- 'Am sorry mam, but I seem t' be lost", he replies coyly, eyes darting around the tent. "My story ain't tha spec'al. Scar 's from a shovel acciden" he chuckles lightly, lowering himself to sit on the pillow carefully. "'Onestly. 'm jus' lookin for a place to se'tle. Jus' moved out, yer kno'." He casually leans back with his hands on the floor. "Speakin' off. D' yer know somewhere nearby tha' needs a fisherman or the like?", he eyes her, awaiting a reply.
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