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?))
*Hadelyne pulled out the chair letting the chair scrape along floorboards creating a disturbing noise. She did this on purpose to vent out her frustration from the treacherous journey through the swamp* "Apologies for my faux pas, I wasn't aware you were oblivious about the bog that swamp the outskirts. Maybe if you weren't so inclined you visit me instead next time" *She lay on the cushion and kicked her boots across hitting the fabric of the tent*
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