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?))
Taken aback and eyes shifting over the room Wilson takes a moment to compose himself with the hag expecting him. "You... were expecting me? I guess the world is big after all".
Wilson takes a seat but keeps a slight guard up.
"I'm from a small village where I was raised by my Father, a blacksmith. My passed while giving birth to me, which you may expect my Father to blame me for, but he actually cared for me deeply. He raised me in his profession but I longed to see the rest of the world and explore it myself. While Father didn't quite approve of this, he still wanted me to follow my dreams. Before I set off from my Village he gave me this armor as a gift and to keep me safe. I hope that once I complete my exploration of the world I can return home and see him once more."
Wilson glances back to the hag. "But who are you and how were you expecting me?"
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