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?))
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.”
His gaze drifts over the the dim candles as he slowly steps toward the old hag. "Expecting me aye?" He lowers himself onto the soft cushion, before he continues. "Parents were decent enough, tradesfolk-nothing too grand. Left them not too long ago... the stable life of a craftsperson weren't for me. Thought I might find somethin' more elsewhere. Still ain't sure what exactly, but I get by, one day after the next. I reckon it’s all about makin' it through. Just don’t sit still for too long, or ye'll never get anywhere." He glances around the tent cleary uncomfortable with sharing more.
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"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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