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?))
Aric hesitates at the tent’s entrance, blinking at the strange floating candles. The air feels thick, heavy with the scent of moss and smoke. He steps closer, his boots squelching softly in the damp earth.
When the old hag speaks, his brow furrows in surprise. He glances behind him, half-expecting someone else to be there, before returning his gaze to her.
“Expecting me?” he repeats quietly, lowering himself onto the cushion she’d offered. His voice carries a mix of caution and curiosity.
“I’m just a traveler, ma’am. Left my home some months back — too many memories there, not enough coin to stay. I’ve been following the roads since, taking work where I can. Didn’t mean to stumble into your town, truth be told. The fog just… led me here.”
He studies her eyes, searching for a hint of her meaning. “But if you’ve really been expecting me, then maybe I’m here for a reason I don’t yet understand.”
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