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?))
Example: "Me? Are you--really? You were expecting me?" She says with an uncertain lilt in her voice. She turns back to the entrance of the tent, ensuring no one else followed in behind her. Sure they're the only two in the tent, Revekka takes the seat offered by the hag before her. Her fingers curl at her knees, yanking at the fabric of her trousers nervously. "Well...let's see...about me..." She slides a hand down her face and holds it over her mouth before lifting it with a shrug to speak.
"There's not much to tell--nothing spectacular. I grew up with my hands in the dirt and the sun at my back. I only had so much knowledge of my father. Mother had me learning trade skills early. Gardening, sewing, whatever she could do to make me work with my hands. When I was old enough, I sought out my father. Only to find he had another family. He'd passed long before I got there. But I connected with my brothers. So, at least in that regard, I did not end up empty handed in that pursuit. From them, I figure I can learn as much about him as I can while also building a new life with new family."
With a nervous little laugh, she turns her head to view the tent fully. "Though...I don't rightly know exactly how that brought me here to YOU...but...Take life as it comes they say."
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