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?))
Example:
Elira stepped into the tent, careful not to drip too much water from her cloak onto the floor. Her red hair clung to her face, damp from the swamp air. When the hag looked up and spoke, she paused—but only for a moment.
She sat down on the cushion as asked, smoothing the fabric of her cloak across her knees. Her blue eyes watched the old woman closely, unsure but not afraid.
“My name is Elira,” she said softly. “I grew up on a small farm. Just me, my father, and the land. We raised what we could and got by.”
Her fingers fidgeted slightly in her lap. “A few weeks ago, I started having dreams. Always the same—fog, candlelight, this town. And you.”
She glanced around the tent, as if confirming it was all real. “I didn’t know what to make of it. But it felt… important. Like I was supposed to come.”
She looked back at the hag, her expression calm, but serious. “So I did. I don’t know why yet. But I’m here.”
"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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