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?))
She pauses, then inclines her head in a graceful bow before taking the offered seat. Candlelight glides across her pale features as she folds her hands calmly in her lap.
“I follow whispers,” she says softly, her voice light as mist over water. “Dreams that lead me where decay hides truth, and where fate waits to be spoken aloud.” Her blue-violet eyes lift to meet the hag’s without fear. “If you have been expecting me, then my path has not strayed. Tell me what you see when you look at me—and what price this town demands.”
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