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.”
Renee steps into the tent, scanning the dim light and her surroundings, the smell from the dingy town felt awful as did the candles, giving her a sense of paranoia, She's reluctant to take a seat on the cushion, instead standing tall with a commanding posture. She then locks her eyes on the hag. "Expecting me?" she asks, her voice cool and aggressive. "What do you want? I’m not here for games, you're wasting time where I could be making money" She doesn’t budge, waiting for the old woman to explain herself, Renee's eyes piecing into the hag's heart waiting for the response, inpatient and unwilling to budge. "Are you going to talk or should I just kill you here?" her eyes darted to the tent walls, seeing if there was any ways of escape... Just incase she ended up in danger, her hunter instincts kicking in.
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