SGHblaze

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You 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?))

they tilt their head and stare at the woman for a second, before sitting on the offered cushion, " my story.. that's a tough ask" they lean their head back to look at the ceiling before they continue to speak " I left because i felt i had learned all I could there. my life's goal is that of continuous knowledge, to be content with what you know is to be stagnant. I've arrived in these lands in the hope of finding someone to teach me the intricacies of magic, and to comb over these lands libraries.