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?))
"Sorry, scuse me" In steps a small fellow wearing farmers garb, a halfing with a mop of brown curly hair holds a leather bag uncomfortably on his shoulder.
"I'm lookin for.." The halfing's face focuses as his mouth exaggerates the following words, "Honey, H-" His brow furrows.
"Sorry, did you say you were expecting me?.. "You see I've been travellin for the better part of a day, 'av one loaf of bread, I see no Hills, nor Honey so am certain the maps wrong a-" He stops himself, suddenly becoming aware of the surrounding cabins.
He clears his throat "Scuse me, where are my manners, I'm Ollo, Ollo Thresher" Realising the crone is still gesturing at the cushion he quickly places his bag down beside the cushion and takes a seat, letting out a relaxing sigh as he does.
Retrieving a loaf of bread from his bag Ollo begins to regale the woman with his journey often talking through mouthfulls of bread but ensuring no detail of the annoyance and inconvenience he's faced is lost.
* The story is full of unnecessary detail, from the behaviours of neighbours and the condition of the road that brought him here, to the variety of foods he packed for the journey *
Ollo spoke fondly of his childhood and his hardworking family, the importance of duty, providing for the community, and especially food.
His expression turned pensive as he explained the reason for his sudden departure from the village.
When Ollo was younger his father left the village, he promised that he would return but it has been decades since his disappearance. Recently his mother's health had rapidly declined and she could no longer help tend the farm. It was his mother's wish that he should not be bound to the fields his family tended for generations and that there is a world out there waiting for him.
Finishing off the last bite of bread and dusting off his hands he hops to his feet "Well thank you for the seat, but a must be off, can't keep the weather wai'in"
Ollo throws his bag over his shoulder and makes his way out the tent, unsure on his intended direction he looks up and down the road and with a firm nod continues up the path, continuing his journey.
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