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'd look around, wary of this newly found individual. "It seems as though you were expecting me.." She'd tense up. Her voice would be uneasy, though spoken clearly. She'd take a seat, ensuring her eye contact. "My story is rather simple, though by the way you exert yourself, you seem as though you may already have an idea on my background." Her forwardness showed heavily in her tone "Though I come from a far away civilization, I've come here for one common goal. I believe we both know what that may be, no?"
-"Yes, I have an idea on why you may sit before me." - she gazed at the girl in front of her
"Then there's not much more to say, please cut the small talk and explain to me what must be done" she exclaimed.
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