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 gracefully on the cushion and make myself comfortable, "Expecting me?" i ask in a cautious tone, "You must be working with the elders to capture me... though i sense no hostility from you" I shift my weight to the left to make easy access for the dagger on my right hip if needed, "I did not murder that witch of a queen! Why would I murder the woman I swore an oath to protect!?" I stand abruptly with intent to As evil as she was... I am not the murderer the kingdom labels me as... I am a knightess of which whom has been forced off her path by a planned attack i was not ready for... I failed her, and thus i run...endlessly."
(if you couldn't tell im going for a dark elf knightess who was the queens personal guard and one night a mysterios foe took her before my eyes, while i was stunned in shock i was the only one found at the scene and ran for dear life)
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