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?))
Kyte looks onward towards the elderly woman, his eyes narrowing to take in a closer look of her distinct features, noticing the wrinkles riddled along her aged face. Once he got a good enough look, he bent his knee and fell into a seat across from the woman. "I'm just a hunter passing through," His eyes meets the hags, "I'm looking to sell some woodland pelts before nightfall," He glances towards the slight window made by the entrance of the tent, the light from the sun barely visible as it begins to set below the horizon. "I should be going," he says, gripping the arm of the chair, but he decides to stay and entertain the old woman's question. "I suppose I could stay..."
Kyte looks to the old woman, who silently awaits his tale. "I'm from a small village of farmers, who prided themselves in their agriculture. I moved once I turned 18, and I now live in the nearest village west of here." He jolts his thumb into the direction of his village, towards the forest. "I like to hunt monsters; it's kind of my goal to hunt every kind of monster this place has to offer." He glances once more towards the open entrance of the tent; the sun almost completely set behind the horizon. "I should be going, thank you for your... Hospitality." He grunts, pushing himself from the seat, and exits the tent, heading towards the market as people begin to close shop.
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