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?))
“I did not come seeking comfort,” you say softly, your voice calm but guarded. You remain standing for a moment, studying her the way she studies you, then slowly take the offered seat.
“If you were expecting me, then you already know I avoid being seen.” Your eyes narrow slightly. “Power draws attention. Attention draws predators.”
You rest your hands in your lap, fingers loosely intertwined as if holding something invisible together.
“I learned to make myself… smaller. Quieter. I contain what I am so the forest does not whisper my name to things that hunt.”
A brief pause.
“But something in this swamp is stirring. And it does not fear being loud.”
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