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?))
Ivon tenses up, his head quickly turned to the old hag, he wasn't expecting to have anyone speak to him nor to live in such a tent. He didn't even have time to prepare for a conversation! But of course, as the gentleman he is, even if he didn't want to, he speaks up; Feeling a little obligated to anyways. His fingers nervously rubbed at his pants, a obvious weakness if anyone were to notice.
He cleans his throat before speaking, it coming out a little squeaky "hello- ma'am!" his throat soothes, the masked eyed man's voice charismatic now ".. well for a story, I don't if I'm the right man for that! But if you insist. I'm just a normal traveling jester. No property, to no man. I am my own muse"
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