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?))
Example: "...I am but a wandering pharmacist," she tells the old woman with a suspicious grin. Këmpe blinks slowly with her blood red eyes unusual for her kind. Staring into the hag's wrinkly eyes, she tilts her head. "I see no reason for you to inquire any further about me," she scoffs with her brows furrowed in a sarcastic manner and stands up. "You see, I have just decided not to remember the past much. That's the lifestyle I've settled on after so many hardships I went through as a brat," she gives the old hag a goofy shrug before she faces the door. "I'm gonna go from door to door to brew some medicine for the townsfolk... so, I guess we'll be seeing each other often in the streets for a week or two," Këmpe waves her hand slowly and fast disappears behind the door where she came from.
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