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.”
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((How do you respond?))
"Wait, you've been expecting me?" I ask, sitting down cautiously, keeping my eyes on the old woman. I definitely didn't know her which made the situation I was in all the more strange. I lean back in the chair and frown a bit finally deciding I would answer her. The question wasn't too intrusive so no harm no foul is all I could think. "Well I was on route to Vortice with some...merchants and our ship got marooned, I'm lucky to have gotten here alive." I tell her with a chuckle, looking around at the tent and furniture, it wasn't the nicest but it was nice to be inside, finally leaning forward to continue. "We had left the Vale around a month ago. So if my intuition is right, I'm somewhere in Urguan right? So I guess from here I'm a freelancer with a knack for sailing. Oh and I'm Keane, Keane Hayhurst. A pleasure" I say offering my hand out to her
