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?))
"Expecting me?" she tilts her head, an eyebrow raised as she sits cautiously. "I've been travelling in search of new herbs for my collection," she offers as an explanation, glancing towards the tent's entrance. "I've been expanding on my brewing knowledge, you see... and through many failed attempts, well, I've run rather low on supplies." Esta meets the old crone's gaze, only to lower her eyes down to her satchel as the stuffy atmosphere clogs her senses. "Ingredients have become rather sparse near my home, so I've been travelling town to town to see what I can find." She glances around, inspecting the candles and the messily laid out ingredients in front of her. "I must say, you seem to be quite the collector yourself."
Spotting an old, familiar looking urn in the corner of the tent, Esta can't help but sigh. "Lost someone too, have you? That style of urn... is common in my home town. I have several of them, myself..." as the old hag nods, Esta continues to stare at the small memento. "My whole family, gone in an instant. That's why I've been brewing lately... to prevent the same happening to those I have left-- oh look at me rambling... you probably don't want to hear any of that. Here--" she offers a gold coin to the hag, shoulders loosening as opposed to the tense position she had been holding them in prior. "--for listening, and for dredging up any memories it may have brought."
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