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?))
a man walks in, tall with neatly cropped black hair and a scruffy goatee. he comes from a small country town and grew up with his family until he disagreed with his parents about what he was going to do for a living, his father wanted him to stay and become a farmer as his family had been for generations but he wanted to see the world, so he ran off and made a living as a wondering merchant, picking up new personality traits, ideas and mannerisms from those he traveled with throughout the years. as he steps into the room he looks around intrigued by his surroundings then faces the lady and, with an obviously fake eloquance, says "why greeting fine maiden, my name is Hobie Lavont, purveyor of exotic goods, but my friends, which I'm sure you'll be one of, call me Hob. what far flung corner of paradise would this be? you know what, it doesn't matter where you are when your in as fine a company as this, and in such a beautiful little... hovel? I'm here to try and ply my trade and see if you good people have any goods exotic or otherwise that you would be willing to exchange? oh wait how rude of me, i forgot to ask your name, what would it be a fair matron of the tent?"
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