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?))
He walked in to the sent, anxiously peering around. A bounty poster was withdrew, and he glanced from it, to the woman. "Hmm- you've been. . . expecting me? Interesting." he said on a breath out, sitting comfortably into the cushion. He pulled out a blunt of cactus green and pressed it to his lips, snapping a match down his pants and holding it to the blunt. "I'm just a bounty hunter, out in the lands looking for whatever will make me the highest dollar, I guess." he gave a bit of a snicker. "But whatever, I assume there's no bounty here- so I'll be leaving now. Goodbye, miss, uh- whatever." he waved a hand dismissively, then leaving the tent, putting the burnt end of the blunt out on his jacket, then finally leaving.
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