CitrineCrust

The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”

((How does your character respond? Please ensure your response is at least six sentences long, and uses at least two actions.))

Example:

"It's not important where I come from miss." Ragnarok chooses to stand, he remains tense even though he feels rather fond of the hag already. "I'm just looking for information, I heard a taxman of a high lord was passing through today." The woman's expression turned into a slight frown. "Ah yes, the taxman has been coming more often, some of the villagers have failed to make their payments and so he sends his mercenaries to shake down the poor folks." Ragnarok puts his hand on the hilt of his sword. "Tell me what he looks like." Ragnarok's eyes filled with hate, suddenly seeming like a completely different person. "What do you plan on accomplishing young man?" The hag asks. "I'm just gonna have a chat with our mutual friend..." Ragnarok leaves the shack in haste pulling his sword out just as quick ready for action. "There's a darkness in that boy..." The hag whispers to herself; as Ragnarok left all the candles are blown out.