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?))
Yanna sits down, glancing around cautiously, as if expecting a trap or ambush, before speaking up.
"Not much to tell, really. I'm a just a traveller, I go wherever the winds take me." They reply, their expression difficult to read from behind the wolf pelt covering their head. Though, judging from their tone, they were being intentionally vague...
From their outfit alone, one could assume they hailed from the coldest parts of Azuras - an outlander, likely not used to anything beyond the tundras and snowy plains, wandering the land in search of anything other than the swathes of ice and snow they called home.
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