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?))
Galees, waving his arms wildly in vague hand gestures around himself begins to regale the old hag with a wonderous story of how he had first departed from the place of his birth.
"Me and my father often quarreled over petty things-" he starts, "-and eventually I just grew tired. I left my father's house one night in a fit of rage, and I've been wandering ever since. exploring the hills and plains." Galees pauses, waiting to see if his hostage audience has anything to add to the conversation before continuing. "to cut it short, wandering costs money, I suppose you could say I'm looking for work, preferably legal... not a requirement. I swear on my Fathe- on my Mother, that I am a very upstanding individual, just currently lacking in coin, and maybe friends."
Galees finishes his story, and looks at the old crone expectantly. After waiting a few moments in silence he speaks again.
"Fine, keep your secrets." he stands up and leaves the tent, his mind moving on to next thing, almost entirely forgetting the old crone.
"I wander were they keep the wine." he mumbles to himself at as he begins to wander through the town.
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