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 assume you already know that I'm here for work." They mutter from behind a face laid with shame. The inability to read the expression on the face of the woman in front of them makes them feel even more shame than they already do. "I'm only out here in this town to find a way to make money, that's all. I don't expect sympathy, but I will bow my head if it means I can find work." The feeling of shame was heavy, but the guilty conscience outweighed any amount of shame that could plague the young lord's mind. His hands were laid firmly on the ground in front of him, ready to prostrate himself if it meant his chance of finding work was greater.
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