Twinbunny

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You 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?))

Example: I fidget with my fingers for a second before responding. Checking my surroundings to ensure no one else is around to hear me. Finally, I muster up the courage to speak, "Well.. you see. I- I need help. Specifically your help miss. I've run away from my family because the task that the kingdom is asking me to do is far too dangerous for someone like me. You see, I've got no experience. No help-" I pause, holding back the tears of feeling overwhelmed. Scrating the leather on the seat that the old woman directed me to. I hesitate to respond, Needing reassurance and comfort but not having anyone to get that from. "My family, I lost most of them in the fight, and the rest are in hiding. It's just me now. That is why im here for your help." 

"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…