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?))
"Mm..." The woman hummed, her faded yet tinted hands gently tapping against the wood. She smelled of thick smoked herbs, her wooden beaded bracelets, colorful against the light, as her gaze was so distant yet-- Rather focused at the same time. "I was once a prodigy, a woman expected of great things." She says slowly, her dark curls spilling over her shoulders.
"I grew from one who is a simple student, and a tense home, to tend to as the older sister, always working to the bone for the family. They wanted great things for me, to get my family out of poverty, learn politics, and.. Well, be of some great importance."
"Quite a workload of expectations put on you."
"Hah!" She chuckles, her hands resting on her lap as she continues speaking. "I lived a rather constricted life for someone of my position, and now all I do is practice art, painting." Her soft gaze shifted to the old woman. "I am not ashamed of leaving that life, of course. I take pride in my path. I am happy, after all." I'tidal smiles. Her hands extended to the old hag as she tilted her head in a gentle manner, curious, friendly.
"Quite the pleasure to meet you."
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