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?))
I sit sheepishly on the cushion feeling strangely comforted by the old hag "well I- uhm... I'm not really sure about my whole life, all I remember was about three years ago when I woke up in a strange forest that I had never seen before. I heard the sounds of a traveling caravan who found me and took me to the nearest town. I don't remember how I got there or what my life was like before they found me, but they took me to the tavern to be cared for by the old couple who owned it."
"what were they like?" said the hag
"they were extremely lovely people, but because the were elderly they needed help tending the tavern so they hired and took me in sort of like the daughter they never had. But not too long ago a man came to the tavern saying he recognised me, I had no idea who he was. He told me of a missing girl who was taken around the time I was found." I reply with a hopeful and mildly excited tone.
"oh that's great! did you ever find out?" the hag asked.
"well that's why I'm here! The village that last heard of me was somewhere north of here, I just needed a place to rest my head for the night and hopefully find someone who can help me find who I was. I know I can do it alone, but traveling is so much easier with extra help... I also don't know much about fighting, but I sure can pour a good ale!" I say with great excitement.
"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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