Holliant

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?)) "mmmm, tis a bit unusual to state that you were expecting someone without saying why" pausing to study the old hag, face glaring "I suppose we may as well see where this goes, after all it might interesting" in a monotone voice while taking a seat. "I am a spectacular male, in prime- of well everything, in my shot time on this world I have spent my time perfecting everything" at this point Lawrence had stopped focusing on the hag and was admiring himself barely stopping to take a breath