dumbersylva

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.”
 

As Rena sat down on the cushion, she'd think about what the old hag had said. "Dingy," she'd repeat, "this town is far from dingy, I believe." She'd spit on the floor beside her, not paying any mind to the lady as she'd seemingly talk as if no one was around. "This town is much better than my old residence, an upgrade even." Rena grabbed the edge of her hood before lowering it down, exposing her dull expression. She had no interest in what the old hag had to say, nor did she care that people were "expecting" her- all she wanted to do was leave.

As she eyed the old hag, she noticed her expression; it looked as if she were listening, and their eyes conflicted into what it felt like the worlds most intense staring contest. The tent was surrounded by silence, assuming that the old hag wanted Rena to continue her sentence, she took a deep breath and exhaled. "It wasn't anything special, it was barely anything at all," she'd announce out of nowhere, breaking the silence as that same, cold expression was impossible to wash away off of her face. "It was a dump- the place I used to live in. No one to see nor talk to, I was basically engulfed in silence and all I could hear was the winds vicious howls." She said as she glanced at the view from outside the tent, maybe this was the new chapter and change she needed in her life. "It's nice knowing I was expected from something, especially some place like this." A sinister grin would tug at her lips, yet it didn't last as it'd fall momentarily after. "I'm sure there are nice places, nicer places, than this town. I'm grateful to even be here, anyway." Each sentence felt as if it were some sort of cliff-hanger- a story waiting to be finished, a story that had been cancelled before the big reveal. There was much more to this woman than what meets the eye- it's a shame that she had left the tent before answers could've been revealed.