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?))
A woman ventured about the strange area, her eyes remained on edge as she heard the call from the strange woman, she squinted beneath her cloak, her eyes adjusting within the darkened tent, her right brow raising as she inched closer, taking a seat a safe distance away. She looked about the area, she felt the smell of the rotting wood and moss assault her nose. causing her to knit her brows and exhale hard. She then focused on the woman, her taking a small breath as to not make herself throw up, "My story?.. You must be the woman I wrote to.. I must say, this is a strange place for us to meet, but nonetheless, I am glad we can finally meet. You asked for my story in exchange for some gold, from what I remember in your letter." She reached into her satchel against her chest, pulling out a faded and yellow piece of parchment, handing it to her. "I should at least give you my full name.." - "My name is Tonichia Montreak.."
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