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?))
Hedge beings to stutter out an explanation for his intrusion upon finding the tent occupied. Only to go rigid after hearing the old woman say she was expecting him. He twitches slightly but follows the command given to him, sitting on the edge of the seat with his muscles taught and ready for escape. “Why’d you ask after my story” he asks eyes narrowing in suspicion. “If you know who I am then you’s must be in on it yeah, here with whoever’s goin to burst in and drag me back. Or twist a knife in my ribs. Depends on how merciful you’s feelin” His eyes drop down to the table in front of him before muttering “Depends on what you think mercy is”.
Following an expectant silence from the old hag, a little unsure, he continued.
“Parents were farmers, then I was a farmer. Then the war came. First, we were fine, an army marches on its stomach after all, and they needed us where we were. But after a while we weren’t so lucky…. Got enlisted, got separated.”
Hearing footsteps outside the tent, Hedge lurches to his feet, ready to flee, but not before fixing the old lady with one last, determined look.
“ I’ll find my way back em though”
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