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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?)) Example: (delete this) "Oh I just came here for the milfs and the big Chinese emperor, I love China.”

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?)) "Hmm," Nora hummed in contemplation, glancing around the hut before focusing her attention back on the hag. "Why is my story of importance to you?" she asked defiantly, curious to gauge the hag's reaction. For a brief moment, the hag appeared taken aback by Nora's tone before composing herself and replying, "As I said, young girl, I have been expecting you." Nora eyed the hag cautiously but reluctantly lowered herself onto the cushion. "I am simply passing by," she began warily, "I do not seek trouble. I came here after I left my home, I only wish to learn more about the world, to gain local knowledge, and find my own path - that is all." The hag remained silent but her glistening eyes told Nora all she needed to know - the hag wanted to hear more. Sensing their conversation was heading into a direction Nora did not want it to go to, she declared firmly, "I'm short on time; I must go. We will meet again, I assure you." With that, she stood up from the comfortable cushion and left the tent without sparing a look behind. The hag watched as the young Farfolk female hurried out of the tent. Something told her that there was more to Nora than meets the eye.

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?)) Renge sneers at the woman, the absurdity of such a statement taking her aback. She did not believe such claims. This woman, why, she's quite sure she has never gazed upon her face before. At least, from what she could tell. Though the candle light rests easy on her eyes, it was still difficult to see details from such a distance. She approaches cautiously, but unafraid. Head held highly as her palm rests against her scabbard. "I doubt you have expected me," it rolls off her tongue rudely, words sharp as a knife. If she were not so desperate for directions, she would have spared herself the confines of the rags and sticks the hag calls a tent. Renge idles for a moment, lips pursing as she decides what to tell the crone. "Why, must I actually tell you? Could you not infer? Since you know me so well." She cusps her ears for a moment, showing off their roundness, and then again to her face, to highlight her features. The action drips with a certain frustration, the irritation of an exhausted traveler from a long-winded journey. She sighs in defeat, a sound near naught heard from such a fearsome warrior. Her hands fall, yielding. "Oyashiman. Sakuragakure. Farfolk to you, I suppose. I am looking for the way to Norland. I am to meet my brother there. I imagine it is... north. But how north? Speak." An attempt was made to conceal her uneasiness, stepping in uncharted lands. On her lonesome, as well. A detail she would not admit. Asking for directions always involved a comment on how someone would be expecting her. It warded off any opportunistic individuals. Most of the time anyways. Her eldest brother still remained in Sakuragakure, dealing with the fallout left behind by their father, a soldier who would frequently plot in the pursuit of strength, power, and money. Oftentimes it would involve the exploitation of those who feared what lies in the Norowareta Mori. Schemes, it seems, that had caught up to him. Both Renge and her brother were left at the disposal of those wronged by the Takeda patriarch, who had sought justice and rolling heads. Despite both their military backgrounds, her brother thought it in their best interest to leave. Particularly her, due to her unmistakable features. Having scrounged together the last of their funds, her brother paid a bribe for Renge's safe passage out of Sakuragakure through a trading boat. Having never travelled that far before, she was left disoriented, unsure of where exactly she was going, and constantly agitated. Her condition, though manageable, only added to her list of obstacles-- plaguing her with rapid eye movement and photophobia. To ease the difficulty she found herself only travelling in the dark, becoming an artificially nocturnal creature with no direction except 'Norland.' The vague kingdom where her brother spoke of meeting when it came to pass. However, her absence back home was less than pitied. Many were happy to see her leave her post. Militants claimed she was creepy and horribly unempathetic. Killing appeared to come easily to her, her face distant and hardened in the midst of combat. Her methods of interrogation were considered cruel and her policing intense. Some claim that she has the heart of a yurei, the ghost of the battlefield, and that seeing her is a bad omen. And though some of these things are not necessarily true... Her hand pulls at the handle of her sword slightly, "I shall know if you lie."