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?))
"You've been expecting me?" He said, his focus changing to the flickering candles, the damp smell of the town seeping in. He did not sit. "I'm not one people usually wait for," he continued, cautious but collected. "I left this place once, thinking the matter was settled, that I'd go on my merry way, but some debts... some names..." He grows visually tense, tightening his fists before finally sitting down and calming himself. "They refuse to be buried for long... I've come to see which of them still breathe." The atmosphere feels dense, he pulls out two bottles from his bag and offers one to the old hag in front of him. "Now tell me, how far is the next town ahead?"
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