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.”
Talia was, taken a back slightly from the women's sudden recognition, her right hand instinctively grabbing onto her other wrist nervously. She was quite tired however, and didn't exactly think of the women dangerous, so after a moment's hesitation... She would sit on the cushion cautiously. The environment wasn't exactly the most welcoming, the rotten smell keeping her on edge not letting her relax. "Expectin me? I think ya might have the wrong person. I am simply, passing through. I am, Talia? Just a farmer from up the road with my family, though uh..." Her words started to stammer, her hand jittering slightly within the grip of the other one that tried to calm it. "S-Sorry, am a bit... jumpy at this moment. Thoughts aren't exactly clear at the moment. I think, I saw the aftermath of somethin I shouldn't have." Her eyes trailed off, almost as if forgetting the old hag she was talking to, forgetting where she was being lost in thought for a moment. A shiver shooting through her snapped her back, blinking a few times as her eyes returned to the women. "Oh! Sorry, not quite sure what I am sayin. I should of asked, who might you be?"
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