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?))
Example:
Su'bug was never fond of eyes. To the orc, it often felt like one quick gaze and someone could read everything about a person. Every flaw, failure and fumble that makes a person and their mark on the world. So when the hag called out to the orc, Su'bug felt her skin crawl. She hunches, tugging at her hood nervously, trying her best to keep her own eyes away from the hags peering light. "Mi?" She crinkles her nose, shaking her head as if to correct herself before anyone else could catch on. "No, I, yez, I iz- am lost...Uhh mizzplaced." With some hesitation in her step, she finally takes a seat on the small cushion. The ground sinks softly as she does. "Terez been raid, down south from heres. They left fire in their path. It ate through everythings--N' all of mi animals go out. They were zo loud at first, n' I tried to follow, but I cannot find their tracks anymore. Not t' raiders, not mi critterz. Now mi don't know where we are..." She admits, before adding on, "Have you seens 'emz at all?"
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