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?))
Lunam lets out an inhale, a long and deep breath. Cautiously, he’d start walking over to the cushion nigh the old hag, when he’d notice a sliver of light in the corner of the room. He’d choose to ignore it for now and begin to tell the tales of his journey..
"I witnessed a druid targeting an entire town tavern with his powers...
...
Ten minutes later...
...
-And with the town knight incapacitated, I ran off into hiding and was never to be seen again."
The hag's expression had turned somewhat sour, although she didn't seem to be disappointed. She gestured to the corner, where it was now clear that there was a bow, and steel tipped arrows, quivered, ready to use.
"You've earned it, boy... This bow belonged to your grandfather." the hag said with a bittersweet smile.
"I- do you really mean it belonged to him? Do you really mean... Lucius?" Lunam said, flabbergasted.
Lunam looked back and forth between the hag and the bow. He picked it up gently and nodded at her. Walking outside of the tent, he loads an arrow into the drawstring of his bow, and aims it at a squirrel in a tree. He releases the string.
"Whoosh!"
The arrow misses by a smidge, hitting a branch directly to the right of the squirrel. }
"Damn!..." he said. "Well, that was the first time I've ever used Grandfather's bow.."
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