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?))
It was a perfect encounter, almost too perfect? Maybe she shouldn't assume but it was hard not to. An old babushka on the edge of town with years of experience on her face and King's Ivy staining her fingernails.? Anya was not about to let the chance go to waste as she sat down bowing, "I look for teacher."
She glanced up at the old, unassuming woman for a response, but the hag remained stoic and silent. Tawny was ready for this after having to convince her previous mentor over three moons. "Show me local plant. I know not name but I tell you vhat is. Safe or unsafe? Vorthless or medicine? Better as tea or as poultice? I can tell. If that not good enough, command me."
((Let me know if this is enough or not? Unsure if this is supposed to be a giant wall of exposition or a show don't tell))
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