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?))
Hesitantly, Shell sat down where the hag had pointed and placed his bag beside himself. The poor Farfolk young man was utterly exhausted from the long trek, though it was a relief to finally be able to rest, even if it meant taking a moment in such a dingy town. "I... I've come to start anew and build a name for myself. My family makes perfumes, I hope to become a great artisan like my mother." Shell said honestly. He wasn't sure why he felt so compelled to share his history and dreams, perhaps he was naïve to tell a woman like her. Nonetheless, Shell was determined and hopeful, maybe the woman knew how he could get started. Maybe she knew someone that could aid him there. Alone as he was, it was difficult to find comfortable company, he had been taken advantage of time and time again during his travels, by now you'd think he'd learn a thing or two about trusting strangers..
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