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?))
(as he sits down he looks at the old hag) you wish to know my story *he rustles his hair* well my names jerry, me and my father live on a farm... well if you can call it that, sadly the potato season just ended and now I need to find a new line of work before we lose what little we have left *his face slowly droops down as he seems distressed just by talking about it* well I was gonna head Oren to see if I can find anything scraps of a job. *they talk for a little longer before he gets up and leaves the tent*.
