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?))
"Uh ..." Lael stutter, tensing up. her eyes glazes over to the opening of the tent before falling back on the old women. With a nervous smile, she stands awkwardly." Well my story is less of uh well story and more of a spiel and even that is giving it to much credit." She chuckles before clearing her throat and continuing. "I'm uh looking for my uncle. Haven't heard from him in awhile and moneys low so my mom sent me to help him out with the uh merchant business ... or black smith selling business or seller of sharp things" Lael trips over her words, before waving dismissively. "Whatever you call selling, swords and bows and things like that. Not that it looks like people need it ..."She spoke, reflecting on the people she had recently past by on the way here. "We might need to start selling body paint then spears. What is everyone dressed up for? I passed like four girls with the oddest looking ears and I could've sworn a tiny dwarf took my wallet. Back at home, people would be killed for dressing up like that, under the sentence of pandering to fantasies and promoting fear or whatever. They'd give some type of dumb excuse to keep our village population small, secluded, boring and under a rock but I'm beginning to think those big-bad creatures Psyco Steven was spewing out in the streets back at home are actually true. Is there some sort of event going on?"
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