Fallingpartyy

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?))

Riorin lifts his head from the ground to meet the hags gaze. He finds strange comfort in the scent of wet moss it subtly reminds him of the walls of his father's bakery. Riorin suddenly realises he had left the hag hanging with no response and felt awful. "Oh.. me?" He murmurs. He waits for the hag to nod and then continues speaking with a soft quiet tone. "Uhm, well I came here after my fathers passing. I.. I just needed to get of our that town y'know? It was just so awful seeing his memory left to rot." Riorin pauses and takes a deep breath "He was a baker you see. I came here for a fresh start and to spread his love through food. He taught me about pastries, bread and baked goods but he also taught me the importance of kindness and patience. I came here to continue his legacy. After all he did for me I cant just let his life go unremembered so I came here. What about you ma'am? What is your story?" He asks genuinely intrigued whilst rubbing his hands above a burning candle.