TheNetherowy

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?))
 

Julius glanced at the woman, then towards the cushion. He gulped, clearly a little stressed. It was not often that he was sent out to run other people's errands, but he trusted his brother. His trust waned when he entered the town, doubting the supposed safety on this journey. But he made it this far, so as he was told, he took a seat on the cushion. "I've come to pick up a delivery for my brother, Felipe. You must know him"  he said, hoping to gain the hag's trust through a mutual friend. "I was sent out here for certain art supplies, or, at least that's what he told me I would be picking up. I have my doubts now." He continued, showing honesty to the old woman. "Certainly not the area where one would find paint."