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?))
Cael narrows his eyes, remaining silent for a moment as he scans the flickering candlelight and the hunched figure before him. He steps forward slowly, each movement precise and calm. He doesn’t sit immediately - he studies the cushion, then the hag, then finally lowers himself with a quiet, calculated grace.
"You say you expected me," he says, his voice low and controlled, almost amused. "Then you must already know I don’t give away stories for free." He leans in slightly, a faint smirk on his lips. "But perhaps you’ll earn a piece of mine…if you give me something first."
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