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:
Serforus raised a brow to the woman with caution. He carefully placed his hand on his precautionary dagger whose sheathe was belted in. "I am a man of transient nature, so I doubt you're awaiting for me specifically but- I'll indulge."
He leaned against the barrel with exasperation before clearing his throat and proceeding to tell his tale. "Well, my mother and father were much different to myself. They never strayed very far from Aaun. I grew up with two other siblings until my father had a bastard with some tavern lady. Split us apart. By then I was 16 years of age, so I set out to discover myself through being a nomad. Besides that nothing too tragic plagues my life, I've seen some things and met some people but I never out stayed my welcome. I hope you understand-" After finishing his tale he straightened up and dusted his trousers and ran a hand through his hair. "Anyway- true to my nature, I'll be off. Thank you for letting me blabber to you." He nodded his head curtly and exited the tent to go venture off in his accustomed way.
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