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?))
Example:
The male's eyes shot up to peer upon the hunched-over crone before him, confusion sparking in his eyes. "I... uh... I like... books?" The awkwardness in his speech prevalent as he was caught so off-guard by the forwardness of the woman's words. Cautiously settling himself down, Varicus' gaze wandering profusely around the tent's features; getting to know his surroundings. "The name is Varicus." His orbs finally meeting hers, determination in his eyes. "I pursue all kinds of knowledge available to me." Unveiling his reddish-brown hair from underneath the hood of the damp brown cloak, allowing himself to be accustomed to the room despite how dreary it seemed to be. "Whether it's botany, fighting styles, magic, or even the mythical!" The lust for the forementioned pursuit of knowledge beaming through his gaze, eyes glistening purely at just the thought.
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