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?))
She bowed and didn't sit, instead she'd kneel on the ground, sitting on her legs.
"I'm but a simple house attendant. I have no such thing as a story within me."
After that, she'd stay quiet without saying anything, her eyes closed, her head slightly bowed down. Though still oddly attentive to the surrounding that she is in.
"I can tell you.. that I am indebted to them."
Her eyes opened slowly, reflecting the surrounding candles. Though her gaze seems to be distant.
"I was nothing, and they allowed me to be something"
With a sigh, she stood up and turned to the exit.
"I shan't take more of your time, I will take my leave. Farewell, ma'am."
She'd then exit the tent once more, not really having to duck since she's a halfling.
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