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?))
Harrison's eyes dart to the old lady, her presence surprising him. "GAH!" He exclaims, straightening his back and standing up straight, the top of his head colliding with a low wooden beam, a solid thud echoing through the tent. He hisses, bending his back down again and rubbing his head, shooting a glare at the woman as if to blame her for his own jitteriness.
"My story?" he begins through slightly closed eyelids, still rubbing his head with his left hand. His right hand stretches out, pointing to her. "My story, is to become to greatest knight this land has ev-" he's cutoff as history repeats itself. In his excitement to finally proclaim the reason for his quest to Azuras, he stood up straight once more, his skull colliding with the same wooden beam it collided with moments before.
Both hands now clutched his head, his knees bent slightly and head curled downwards. The quiet chuckles of the lady were concealed by Harrison's own grunting "FFF- jee- .." he opened his eyes, tilting his head up at the ceiling with a squint and a slightly opened mouth. "Why is this .. tent so small" he grumbled, looking to the lady once more. His great entry, his dramatic entrance that he had planned for weeks had been foiled by simple carpentry. With a defeated breath, he just mumbled "Which way is Indunia?".
Once his question was answered, he trudged back out of the tent, head as low as he could bring it. If he had a tail, it would certainly be tucked between his legs.
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