You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You 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."
Cassian glances around the tent acknowledging the fragile tarp of a roof, and admiring the floating candles. He takes a seat on a nearby cushion or chair. "Me? Oh I've just left off to explore, finally got away from home." Cassian pauses for a moment then questions with an expression that shows he is excited for the answer. "Wait.. I've been expected? Who told you?"
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