Golding1210

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?)) Eira glances around the tent then behind her at the entrance before locking eyes with the old lady as an amused smile appears, "Surely you must have me mistaken for someone else." She takes a few cautious steps towards the cushion, curiously placing her hand under one of the floating candles. "Though it is curious... What type of magic is this?" Backstory: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1DMxPNMkqd67dxUTF9DISURliIm7Ywk3MQvzlnznzLus/edit?usp=sharing