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?))
Tinesi's eyes narrow, the candlelight catching a faint shimmer of her rare blue-toned skin. Her gown damp with swamp mist as she steps further into the tent. "You've been expecting me?" she murmurs, voice low with a distinctive Vel'luah lilt. "I suppose news travels. . even through the rot and mire" She glances around, her eyes resting on the old hag's face before finally; with a grace that's more instinct than intention, she lowers herself onto the cushion, sweeping her silken white hair to one side - letting it fall like an avalanche over her shoulder.
"Let us not beat around the bush here, I don't believe in fate. So if you were expecting me, it wasn't by accident.. rather one's design" She pauses, her jaw tightening. "My kingdom fell. Not all at once, but in pieces. Whispers, betrayals- blades in the dark. I was never meant to survive it!" A brief pause lingered for just a moment. "But I did. I left behind ashes and blood, what I seek now is none of your concern. That is.. unless you are part of the reason I'm still breathing" Tinesi tilts her head, coolly. "You have so little time before I say my Vanayal. So speak, Why am I here?"
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