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?))
Myein settles onto the cushion with quiet ease, brushing her thick orange hair back from her face as she takes in the glow of the hanging candles. "If you've been expecting me, then maybe you already know most of it," she utters, her tone almost tired. "I left a while ago, no real plan. Just... felt like moving. Thought this place might have something for me."
Her gaze drifts towards the hag, studying her carefully. "I don't have some grand story. Nothing chased me here. I just kept walking until I didn't feel like walking anymore. Figured I'd stay a while, that's all." she shrugs.
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