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."
As Evie approached the tent, a smell hit her nose that made her crinkle. Soon she was face to face with an old lady, her complexion gross and oily and her hair obviously unbrushed. She hesitated as she leaned away from the old lady "Its me? What do you mean its me?" she asked as she realized the old ladys change in tone "Who are you?.." she asked gently, her eyes warily watching as if the old lady would poof out a spell or something "why do you want to know my story, and what are you doing in this..." Evie looked around and the smelly dingy tent "..tent?" she asked.

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