You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You 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?))
She quirks a brow, hesitantly taking a seat on the worn, old cushion. "You were expecting me? Why?" She crossed her legs under her in an elegant way, resting her hands in her lap. Curiousity furrowed her features.
"What could you expect from me, a hermit?" She, only a score of years earlier, left her home. It was too crowded and loud in any city- even elven cities. She certainly preferred the serene quiet of the wilds. "I hope you do not mind at all my intrusion, I just needed out of the weather," she added after a brief hesitation, a smile curling her lips.
After some banter, and revealing that Julissa was just a run-away, the hag smiled- a devious smile seemingly- and asked: "What will you do then, Julissa of no-home?"
A deep sigh loosed from Julissa followed by a defeated shrug.
"I don't know." came the hesitant reply.
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