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.”
*She covers her nose guarding herself from the moldy stench surrounding the two with a huff* "Do I have to?" She hesitates, then lowers herself onto the cushion, arms crossing loosely as she exhales through her nose.*
“I didn’t come here by choice,” she says quietly. Her eyes flick around the tent, lingering on the candles. “I’m looking for answers. Every road I’ve taken keeps leading me back to places like this… and people who already know my name.”
*She gazes out of the window more than prepared to go on a long winded rant*

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