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?))
Alshara took a moment, hesitating while her gaze settled on the old hag. She took a breath as she followed the direction of the women, settling herself down into the cushion across from her. "You...knew I was coming?" She replied, her eyes narrowing as she studied the hag in front of her. "W-who told you I was coming here?" She asked, trying to wrack her brain on how this hag knew her.

Recommended Comments