quaackisverycool

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?))

"Ah, uhm, my story? I'm just looking for my family, I seem to have taken a wrong turn somewhere though.. not sure how I ended up here?" Ulfar would smile a wide, nervous grin, the sides of his mouth twitching, clearly uncomfortable in the presence of the hag. His eyes darted wildly around the room, unable to maintain eye contact with the woman for longer than a few seconds. "Well then, I guess I'll be going, sorry for wasting your time.." His eyes would still dart around the room, before his whole body lurched backwards out of the tent, and the sound of his footsteps grew further and further away.