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?))
Leufred shifts slightly, brushing mud from the hem of his trousers before lowering himself onto the cushion. He glances around at the floating candles, his hazel eyes reflecting their flickering light.
“You’ve been expecting me?” he says slowly, tilting his head with quiet curiosity. “That’s a strange thing to hear for someone who’s only just stepped into this town.”
He folds his small hands together, studying the old hag carefully.
“My name is Leufred Brandybuck. I’ve traveled far from the hills and fields I call home. I heard whispers of this place on the road… strange whispers.”
He pauses for a moment, the smell of wet moss drifting through the tent.
“But now I’m more curious about something else…” he adds softly. “How did you know I was coming?”
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