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?))
Example:
He shifted his head to the hag like voice, cautiously walking up. "You've been expecting me..? Who are you?" He asks in a quizzical manner. As his hand slowly moved to grip his dagger in response to his uncertainty - He sits down creating focused eye contact with the hag. "I hail from Aaun - I came in search of new land." He'd loosen the grip on his dagger. Becoming more comfortable with his situation, yet taking in his surroundings like a hawk; His stomach purred.. "Might you have anything to eat? It's been a treacherous journey.." He asked, building rapper with a kinder tone than what he started with; Saying this as he searched through his parcels for the scraps of food he might of had left; Sighing out as he found nothing.
Wears a cloak of sorts, protecting him from cold weather.
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