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?))
Saehir just glares at the old lady for a solid 2 minutes before he apathetically tells her to "Run Along." Before he enrages with anger as he'd always had a problem with people asking too many questions before getting familiar with one another. As To Saehir, she came off very disrespectful not introducing herself. Along with acting as if she knows who i am, yet expecting me? "ya, No." exclaimed Sahir, as he would then stoically mind his own business and walk away.
