lizzieb2003

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.”

Viona's eyes scan the area for any immediate danger. When she realizes it was just the old hag, she sits down cautiously and avoids her expecting eyes. "Er- I'm nothing special... I live in the city... and am Savoyard. I'm only a humble human, living my day-to-day life taking care of my home." She for some reason, feels a bit more comfortable telling the old hag her story. "I like to explore- well- I like to dream of exploring. I'm far too ill-equipped to go where I want. I spend my time occasionally baking, knitting, and taking care of my plants. I'm all by myself ma'am." Viona sighs in longing and closes her eyes as she imagines herself doing the things she loves.