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?))
His eyes glazed upon her form, with a glare he sat down, obeying her command not because he needed to but simply because he was tired. "You've been expecting me correct? Why exactly have you been expecting me? We've only just met but it seems I might be another suspect." Sliding his hand down to his sheath which held his knife hovering over it a little. "If you say something I don't like then you can say goodbye to your tongue, but in any case, I came to this town to rest and take a break." Slightly lets down his guard once more, relaxing and putting his hands in his lap. "You don't need my story but maybe in the future you may know who I am."
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"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…