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?))
"Oh! Yes- I'm just..." Cali sits on the old cushion as she thinks of what to say, she can tell countless people, some who are probably long gone, have been in her exact spot. The place itself looked less then impressive, ripped cloth and a smell that could be something rotting in a crevice long forgotten. Calimia can't exactly say her name. Not when she doesn't trust this woman. So she settles for something else. "Cali, My names Cali. Though you seem to know who I am... I simply exploring what the world has to offer. Seeing where I can settle down after all my troubles. Such as you're lovely town." The town was far from lovely, a place Cali expects to be gone within a year or two due to natural causes. But she needs to be friendly enough to at least get directions to the next town. Cali stops and thinks, realizing something she becomes defensive incredibly quickly. "How do you know who I am?"
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