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?))
With a toothy grin and a light-hearted chuckle, Ezra sat beside the elderly woman. "Really? In that case, I'm glad to have made it in one piece." A relaxed sigh escaped him as he got comfortable in his seat. As he set his sword down, making an effort to show to the lady that he is trusting of her character, he continued. "I was told I could find a certain knight here.. Someone from my past." Ezra fumbled to unbutton the pouch on his side, reaching within to reveal a rolled up poster. Portrayed in said poster was a knight. One with a kind face, and a bulky figure that was nothing short of heroic. Ezra continued, "Have you... Seen him? It would be a great help if you could lend a hand." He chuckled under his breath. "You see, I'm a long way from home, and searching for him has been my only goal for days now." The warm, orange glow of the flames from the candles illuminated the poster for the old woman to see. "Oh, right... Sorry, where are my manners.." He lowered the hand which had held out the poster, extending the other outwards to presumably shake the hand of the woman before him. "My name is Ezra, Ezra Einar. But I'm guessing you knew that already." A sparkle flashed in his eyes. "Might I ask what your name is, miss?"
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