PleasantPalace

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?))

Seraphine steps into the tent, eyes adjusting to the dim candlelight. She doesn’t sit right away. Instead, she stands tall, studying the old woman in silence.

“You said you were expecting me,” she says plainly. “Then you already know I don’t waste time.”

She lowers herself onto the cushion, crossing her legs, calm and steady.

“I’m here because something led me here. A pull I couldn’t ignore. I’ve come from deep places—dark, cold, and unforgiving. If this place holds something for me, speak. I didn’t come all this way to be told what I already know.””