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?))
After many nights of long travels, lined with poorly-kept inns to seek refuge in, Romund had finally made it. After learning of divination about two months ago from an acquaintance, he had begun to search for a talented diviner to provide him insight into his foreseeable future. That was until he heard the old tale of an old hag in a far dinky village who had expertise in the field of divination.
Romund glanced around as he entered the tent, his face being illuminated by the candlelight. When the hag claimed to know of him and his journey, he was taken aback to say the least. But he kept a calm head and responded to her request.
"I've come for a telling of my future," he said, sauntering over to the cushion and taking a seat as he talked. “I had heard you were the woman to seek for such a thing."
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