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?))
He looks around, distracted by the surroundings of the area for a moment before turning back to her and formulating his answer, "My story? It's not much of a story. I've been separated from my group while we were travelling, hoping to find a new place to settle. I just happened to stumble upon this small settlement and hoped maybe they passed through here?" He continues to walk alongside her, eyes darting around quickly as he is making note of his surroundings and committing anything he sees to memory. "We were passing through steep mountains when a wild storm blew in and made the terrain exceedingly dangerous. Many of us were blown over or slipped down the side, including me." He stops once they appear to have reached the town center and looks around at what shops and buildings are nearby. He fidgets his hands nervously as he looks around, breathing heightened due to nerves from being alone in a completely unknown area to him.
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