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?))
Example: "Expecting me?" Responds the middle-aged fellow, cocking a brow in a mixture of confusion and a mild unease. "Goodness me, I hardly expected to be here. I dare say I am unaware of where exactly 'here' is to begin with. However, my mother raised me to be better than to turn away hospitality." He said, taking a seat upon the cushion and taking a mild breath before getting his story straight. He didn't want to go telling the wrong details now. "Well, now. My family owned a small property some miles away. After the passing of my folks, I sold the area and have used the coin to try to broaden my horizons." He began, gesturing to her as he spoke. "I'd spent most of my life working land but found some desire to know more about the people that live on it."
There was a mild pause as he shifted his weight on the cushion. "I suppose it is far from the most exciting story, but it is mine."
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