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.”
Stepping inside of the tent, Antoni gazes around before it settled on the hag that came into view. He was a lean man, borderline malnourished, with sharp features accentuated by his gaunt appearance. Average height with welcoming brown eyes that contrasted with his jet black hair that caught the candlelight. And a dagger clutched in his hand that he sheathed upon confirmation he was in the correct building. He offered a smile trying to ease the air as the hag's gaze lingered on the blade. "I figured you would've forgotten about me, my apologies for being late." He said as he moved to the cushion and sat down, giving the woman a respectful nod "I've come from Hyspia, and I'm looking for new horizons, after I was ran out for my business me and my father ran. Of course I will pay you for said information but I would like for you to point me in the direction of a peaceful area, a naive populous whom I can sell my product to-"
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