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?))
Rhynalil wipes the rain from her brow, and takes a seat cautiously. "I've been travelling for weeks now. The roads have not been kind. Might you have something to drink?" The old hag nods, and reaches for an old teapot and cup, and pours. The old hag offers the cup, and Rhynalil reaches to take it gratefully, but the hag snatches it back. "Tell me your story first, then you might have something to quench your thirst." Rhynalil nods, and begins to speak. "I come from a town far away, and I'm in search of a mentor." "A mentor?" The old hag shakes her head. "Yes," Rhynalil continues. "I wish to work in the city and learn their way, so I might one day run my own bakery." The hag throws back her head and laughs at this. "You? Running a bakery? You can barely reach the stove!" Rhynalil scowls at this, and says "I can find my way around a kitchen very well, thank you! Now, are you going to give me a drink or not?" The hags laughter stops abruptly, and she hands the cup over. Rhynalil drinks from the cup greedily, gasping for air. She puts the cup down, having had her fill. "Thank you for the drink, but I really must be on my way now. Time stops for no one." The hag nods her head at this, and waves her hand towards the door. As she does, a gust of wind blows through the tent, extinguishing the candles. "Leave this place, then. I wish you good fortune." Feeling chilled, Rhynalil stands, and with a wave, leaves the tent.
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