GodOfTired

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?))

Example:  

Eyes relaxing as a familiar face greets Coros, his shoulders untense themselves. Slumping his bag down, he stretches out in the safety of the cushion, watching the hag make a potent cup of tea. "You know it's been a while, Lucy.  I'm traveling to a family members farm, to pick up work. The fields of my old man are sun blasted and barren, and my mother had a terrible fight with him. She blessed my travel to greener pastures, but my father kept her in that old, dusty farmhouse.", Coros explained, a troubled expression on his brow. "I do remember being a young tot, cradled in my mothers arms travelling through this rotten swamp of a town." Coros gestured out the window as he spoke, but realized his mistake as the hag turned around. "Ah, no offense..." he quickly spat out, nervous. Lucy let it off with a laugh, and brought over two cups of some foul smelling tea. 

"From your mothers letters, it seems my blessings for her new child have been sucessful. How is your sister growing?" Lucy questioned as she set Coros' cup down in front of him. "Ah! I've forgot to thank you for that! Her illness is so much better now. If only she could get out of that farmhouse and into the city, theres much better healing practices there..." The halfling muttered, turning around quickly and rumaging through his bag. With an excited noise, he plucked out a strange shiny object from his bag and handed it to the hag triumphantly. "My mothers seashell carved hairpiece." He declared, bowing his head down slightly in thanks. "Its probably not much for someone like you, but my mother wants to thank you. My sister speaks of you a lot. She wants to come here someday. Learn what you do. Help others." He explained as he looked up at the hags face, waiting for her reaction. Lucy held the seashell hairpin in both of her hands, cradling it. A darkness seemed to wash upon her face, her expression turning bleak. "You'd best be going, halfling." The hag spoke, a slight bitterness driving up her voice. Coros, confused, leaned back a little, and began standing up. "Good luck on finding those greener pastures.." Lucy spat out, standing up and following Coros out. Coros looked back into the tent, seeing the undrunk tea cup sitting at the small floor table, before walking away, confused and worried.