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 stay standing dismissing the gesture, naturally not trusting others. "I've been looking for a place to settle for some time. I had to run away from my home after we were invaded by a large group of humans, they took my family away, I was the only one to escape that I know of. I would do anything to get my family back but I fear they have already been killed." I look down at the ground and remember how I swore to never lose anyone close to me again. "I fear that they are after me, that's why I'm wearing this hood."
"But please, can I have some food and maybe somewhere to rest," I plead "I've been hunting and scavenging for months with little to protect me."
Until this moment I have had my guard up but she has remained calm throughout. I let myself feel safe for once, I don't know why but this woman's presence feels reassuring. I step closer to her and sit down... I feel this might finally be someone I can trust.
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