DrHalliwell

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You 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?))

"Ah!" Flynn blurts, looking up to see the source of the voice. "Oh, hey miss! Didn't see ya there!", he naively says, moving to sit on the cushion; and as he does, he asks, "Wait, what do you mean, you've been expecting me? I've never even left my home town until a few weeks ago." He squints at the hag whilst he waits for a response. She begins to speak again, only to be interrupted by Flynn - "I've got a bit of potato bread left, you want half?" He pulls a small loaf of this from his pocket, dusts it off, and begins to break it into two rough pieces, holding one half out to her. She simply stares back, perhaps overwhelmed by the halfling friendliness being forced at her. He eats his half rather quickly, and looks up to meet the hag's disdainful glare. He shrugs, placing the bread back into his pocket. "More for me, I guess! Hey, do you know where I can get more? I left my baking supplies back home - bit too heavy for travel, y'know? And besides, I'll pick up new ones once I've settled down some place nice. Maybe I'll bring back a fresh batch of it just for you!"