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?))
"How do you know me? I knew not of you until this very moment and you expect me to share my past with You. No, I shan't."
Bjorn doesn't willingly trust anyone anymore for he has been betrayed by even family in the past and wishes not to repeat what had come from the issues that arose within those very circumstances. He has been a lone warrior for several years at this point and has showed zero interest in trusting again, not yet. Noticing the surroundings of the tent and the lack of practically anything, he becomes mildly anxious and dazed.
"I SAID SIT BOY" the hag pushed Bjorn whom towered over her significantly yet buckled at the knees to her touch and fell backwards in the arms of a chair.
Still dazed "Who or what are you?" Bjorn asks frightened.
"That doesn't matter at this moment, But what does matter is the fact that you act like you are better than me and fight my command. So please, enlighten me. What is your story young man?"
She asks again hoping for Bjorn to finally comply to which he responds wearily " I come from a clan of 50 whom all but myself perished this previous winter due to something that is best described as otherworldly. It appeared from a flash of light and killed all within the beat of a heart."
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