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?))
He looks around, meeting the cabins and shacks within his visual range. "Huh... that looks..." He manages to mutter to himself under his breath before his eyes lay upon the hag that raised her head and addressed him. Not knowing how to reply initially, he took a good second in order to look at her. "I'm just..." he could mutter before the hag continued. Still confused he approaches, seating himself on the cushion as instructed, scratching his head and still looking around like a lost pup. "I'm Oswin, here's my story..." He said as he proceeds to lay out the details.
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