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?))
"Was just passing through, my curiosity got the best of me" Dreg take a cautious seat scanning the room for threats. "What do you mean expecting me?" Dreg eyes the women cautiously. he has seen many strange things since leaving home and many have attempted to do him harm. if he hadn't had his trusty sword at his side, he likely would have died miles back. part of him regraded leaving the familiarity of home but he knew it was what he needed to do so he might understand the powers he had just began to understand. As he sits here the energy gathers in the palm of his hand just below the table, a safeguard in case any sudden movements.
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