Shug0kii

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?))

 Maehrir eyes the hag suspiciously and stand with his hand on his weapon ready to react to anything. "Oh? Sorry I kept you waiting then. I have been walking many days, for I have been on a search for knowledge. From what I have read this place is home to a very particular piece of lore. I am told it is an ancient ritual of the High Elves. It is supposed to have been the very ritual that summoned the creature that destroyed this little town. I need it because I have a suspicious someone wants to harm my own hometown." Maehrir looks at the cushion and decides to sit but still on edge ready to defend. Maehrir crosses his arms and begins to look around the tent taking in the detail. "I have traveled for a very long time. Months on end, chasing every lead I can. I went deep underground and talked to the Deep Dwarves, traveled far east to talk to the Halflings and finally I found myself with the High Elves, only for them to lead me here." Maehrir adjusts himself watching the Hag for any sign of response. "If you have been expecting me you must know something of that which I seek. Am I correct?" Maehrir makes sure to look the Hag in the eyes trying to read her.