(I recently applied but put in the wrong mc username! So I reapplied using almost the same information and ideas!)
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?)) Wary of the old crone, but more so of her magic Jig does as he's told. The dust flying off the cushion tells him more then he needs to know about how many visitors she gets. Jigs gnarled fingers dance around the scabbard of his rusted dagger, showing his nervousness. But alas he sinks into the cushion, noticing that it was surprisingly soft. Nothing like he had ever experienced at home sweet cave. Yes, nothing but rock and stone there but they had made the most out of it. In fact, one of the older chiefs made a pillow out of ground up rocks.
Above all of that however, Jig knew. Knew that this old decrepit woman might be his last chance. You see despite being born into the Ox clan of the Iron Horde, he had wanted to chase a different life. One that lied with the Akaal Clan.
"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…
