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?))
"Oh, my!" said the young man, practically bouncing naively into the tent. "What absolutely lovely magic you have here! I say, I usually only see such at festivals!" Sitting cross legged, he smiled radiantly and flashed his teeth. "Well, my dear wizened old woman, you see... I'm the only son of the Bluefern family. Perhaps you have heard of them?" He asked, eyes twinkling. At the lack of response, Flynnigan cleared his throat in embarrassment. "Yes, well... ahem... he’s a man of books, you see! Not wealthy, exactly but quite comfortable. Delicious foods for dinner, comfortable clothes, someone to clean the house! I haven’t had to work a day out on dirty farms or waiting tables… I shudder at the thought of ruining my poor nails. Such a wonderful way to grow up, don’t you think?" He chuckled proudly, spreading his arms out. "...but apparently, father claims I haven't experienced the world! Says I spend too much time wandering about town, mooching off the money—says I’m SPOILED to put it simply. Isn't that a jest!" With a shake of his head and putting a hand to his chest, Flynnigan frowned a bit. "Well, come to find out, by my surprise, he wasn't joking! cut me off from the family wealth! Hah! I told him I've learned quite enough of the world through the books, but he strongly disagreed." He tutted, letting out a bit of a sigh. "Well, I suppose I've just left home to go on the road... I mean, after all, what is the worst that can happen?" smiled the young man, his voice dripping with an idiotic assurance that wouldn't last long outside the warm pampered home he grew up in.
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