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.”
Johanna peers around the tent, one hand around the belt of her coin purse, "I am terribly sorry, ma'am, but I don't believe I'm who you are looking for." Johanna takes another pause, "I just mean to say, not to offend you of course as you know what or um, who you are looking for the best it's just. Well, I'm not someone people look for... Unless of course you are hiring or seeking out an able body then yes. I am who you are looking for." Johanna blinks at the woman wide eyed, before she can get a word in edge-wise Johanna continues, "My name is Johanna, by the way. I should have said that first. Yes, I am not the person you are looking for and my name is Johanna. Bridges. Johanna Bridges is my full name. Bridges because we live by a bridge. My family that is. I don't anymore. Obviously," Johanna finally pauses long enough to take a deep breath and examine the expression of the woman in front of her. Johanna had never gone this far away from home in her life.

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