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?))
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*Her eyes scan the tent, and she calmly rests on the cushion.* "In a dingy place like this I suppose a story could bring warmth."
"My memory is hazy, so excuse any... pauses in this tale. I may be young, but my mind already wavers. When I was but a child, I wandered far from home. Through the trees, across the river... oh where was it... I found myself stumbling into a camp of sorts. They took me in, they trained me... atleast i think that's what that was... atleast I can use a knife well now." *she spins a dagger in her hands, nearly cutting herself multiple times.
"Oh, and why where you expecting me anyways? Where exactly... am i..." *her eyes flutter for a moment* "Oh why bother questioning the moment... live life to the fullest I've told myself. Got any tea?" *before the hag can answer, she starts rummaging through her belongings*
Hag: "Young lady! You haven't yet shared your name and yet you treat my tent as if it's yours? Shameful!"
Yahra: "Apologies... it must have slipped my mind... by it i mean my name. I believe it's Yahra..." *she finds a few leaves and a small kettle" "This should do..."
*Yahra proceeds to set a fire to the hags dismay, and gets kicked out by the hag*
Yahra: "Oh well... guess I'll be off"
*she walks off into the musky town around her, wondering what she'll stumble into next*
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