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?))
"Hmm?" Alethea hummed, not paying attention to the old hag as her eyes drifted towards the ornate silks spread across the walls and ceiling of the tent. "Your story." The old hag repeated, her eyebrow twitching slightly in annoyance. "My story?" Alethea threw up her arms, shrugging "What business do you have knowing my story?" The old hag laughed... well, snorted really, interrupting Alethea "Dear child, shut up and sit down." A long, hooked, wooden pole swung towards Alethea, pulling at her waist until she found herself sat comfortably in a plush chair much to large for a human. Alethea sat nervously in the chair, the pillows almost consuming her whole. "You girl." The old hag pointed at Alethea with her long, boney finger. "You're different, tell me - who are you." Alethea pulled herself towards the table, out of the cushioned hell she'd fallen into. "I-I'm nobody." She stuttered, realising that this hag would not leave her alone until she had answers. "I'm the daughter of a baker and a librarian, nobody special." The hag paced around the room silently, Alethea stood up, following the Hags movements with her eyes. "And yet you wear that necklace." The hag croaked, trailing closer until her finger hooked around the shiny metal clasp.
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