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.”
(He turned his head to see who's talking, and started) ''Hello , I am on the long journey my friend. I have been wondering around for years now. I met thouthands, no even more people, but no luck. No one knows my sister. We were separated when we were kids because of the war between elfs and other races that appeared 10 years ago. So now, I am trying to find her. Been honest ,I can't even recall how she looks like, of course it's have been years, but I am sure ones I see her green eyes and little scar on her nose I will know that it is her. There is no doubt about it. '' (Than he looked down, thought for a bit and said) '' You seems to know me, but I don't remember you old lady. Have we even met before?'' Example: (delete this)
"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…
