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?))
Vesper looks the crone over, her eyes narrowing. "That's not possible." She says as she tucks some silver hair behind her ear. "I did not even know I would come here, how could you?" She laughs coldly and shakes her head. "If you must know, my father has disowned me and banished me from the forest of my birth for refusing an arranged marriage."
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