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.”
((How do you respond?))
Oh hallo, my name is Lunas, i came from the woods, i lived there most of the time.. I learned everything there. But last night, I received a letter from an old friend who said I could find her here.
black eyes
Approximately 89 kilos
No hair
Clothing is an old burnt suit
Appearance, calm and reserved but helpful
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