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?))
*Cassian approaches slowly, his hand on the hilt of his sword. "I'm intrigued as to how you knew I'd be coming"
*Cassian slowly sits across from the Hag. "You seem not much of a threat, so I'll indulge you for the time being"
*Cassian lowers his hand from his hilt and leans forward in a relaxed manner. "My name is Cassian, Cassian Drabek. I was a noble of a distant land, prior to its destruction."
"I've been a lone wanderer as of late" He rubs the bridge of his nose with his fingers. "I can't really remember what happened. I just know that my home is gone."
"Im hoping to join some sort of knighthood or royal guard for the Empire." He pauses for a moment to check for any demeanor change in the Hag. "Would you happened to know how I'd go about doing that?"
*Cassian eyes the Hag through his brow for a moment, awaiting a response.*
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