farwell

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?)) "No, mind your own business and keep out of my way." Reloce Stoically said, as he would then continue on his way pushing the old hag to the floor. For a moment Reloce thought to himself if he hadn't had done that what would he get out of it. Reloce Laughs out loud, telling himself "People don't give out free things without looking for something in return." he would then be on his way where no one can bother him and ask anything from him Example: (delete this) "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…