LifeAegis

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You 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?))

I hesitate for a moment, taking a look behind me, and then turning back around once more. “I-… well if you’d like to hear it.” I cautiously take a seat on the cushion, adjusting myself to be as comfortable as possible. “My name is Castien. I’m not sure who you are or if I’m the right person you were expecting but I am just a traveler from Fi’andria trying to pass through, nothing more” I say with a forced smile.