gregisbad

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You 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?))

"M-Me? Wa? Did? Ho-Hold on..." Gregory stutters while reaching into his coat until he feels an obejct. "Phew... Yes-Uh- this was the one I should sit on?" he continues cautiously while moving towards a cushion. "Well" he sits down and clears his throat "I don't want to stay here for long if that's the sentence you're after, I'm just stopping here while on my way to Kal'Darakaan. I-If you actually care about my story here's what I'll tell you: I've been living on the road since I've left Alisgrad, tough place I can tell you, wouldn't go back after selling my staff, my scarf and my... nevermind." A shiver runs through him. "I have to tell you though, travelling alone gets expensive very quickly and sharing secrets has it's risks, so if you don't mind I'll ask for a little coin before I tell you what can happen when you travel alone and on foot." He begins to open his hand and slowly leans towards to old hag.