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?))
She lowers her hood, revealing her long brown hair and piercing green eyes. "I've been searching for you for a while. You aren't easy to find." She says with a slight smirk. "You know I could kill you right now for what you did to me, for what you did to the rest of my family. But I won't, for it would be too easy for you." She glares into the hag's eyes. "Why did you do it? Why did you send those men to kill them..." She pauses. "I was just a young girl, and all of them are dead." Tears started forming in her eyes. She pulled up the back of her blouse, revealing a giant burnmark on her back. "I still see it, the burning." She snapped to attention, slowly wiping the tears from her eyes. "The men that burned my home...my whole village, where are they?" She approached the hag with her finger pointed toward her chest. "Or did you toss them away when they finished your bidding?" The hag started to open her mouth to speak until Hyetta interrupted: "You kept fleeing, almost as if you could see me coming every time. And now..." Hyetta opened her rucksack and pulled a slightly smaller pouch out, emptying the contents on the floor, revealing many pieces of a shattered orb that clanged onto the moist floor. "...I found a way to reach you," she hissed while drawing her dagger, pointing it directly at the hags throat. "Anything to say?"
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