AdamantFlames

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?)) I do not hesitate to take an opportunity to sit down and relax my legs after a long journey. Upon sitting down I let out a sigh of relief, crisscrossing my legs, with my hands on my knees. After spending a few moments staring at nothing, I begin my monologue with minimal eye contact, only looking up at the hag every few words or so. "Um..." I tap my fingers over my knee "There's not really a story now is there? No.. There's an interesting beginnin' but not much after that.. Y'see my name.. isn't really a real name. I was given to the woman I now call mother by who I assume was my real one." I look down, tapping my index finger intensely. "I mean.. She just gave me up! I never dug too much into the matter, as it was too painful to think about. I was a large, and demandin' little one, accordin' to my mother, though I don't really think I was that bad." I say with a chuckle and a facial expression that's looking for laughter. "Since I was so large, my mother likened me to the Bough of a tree, which is where I got my first name: Bostone" I say trying to hide a smile. "Bein' the type of 'situation' I was, I couldn't rightly take my mothers name, I'm not quite sure I even remember her family name.. One day, I asked her to just Give me one, she looked at me for a moment, let a wicked smile creep across her face and said 'Cragskin.' She could barely contain her laughter, but I took it to heart and started usin' it, much to her dismay. We weren't rich, nor were we particularly poor... We just Were..." A sad and longing look lowers over my features. "One day, she fell ill, and after years of desperately caring for her, she passed in the night..." I start scratching and twisting at the hairs on my chin "Since then... I've kinda just been wanderin', taking jobs here and there, but mostly wanderin.'" After a couple of moments, I snap back to the present. "Anyway, what is it you were expecting from me?"