FinnBlue

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?)) Seeing the old woman, my eyes squint slightly, adjusting to the light as I study her appearance, before turning to observe the immediate surroundings of the tent without responding to the hag straight away... "Who are you? And what do you mean you have been expecting me?" I finally speak, suspiciously eyeing the hag, who had stayed silent, still gesturing towards the cushion... For a moment, as the clocks tick and the time passes, I do nothing, for I do not know their intentions. Though eventually I sigh and slowly make my way towards the hag, taking my seat and turning to her, hesitating for a small moment, before feeling an odd desire to speak of my tales to her "I... no... My name is Torbein, though most just call me Tobey." "I come from the kingdom of Aaun, where I have lived for as long as I can remember, following my parents lead, studying and learning of many things that I have found quite interesting... Though I still have not found my calling, nor any friends for that matter, I suppose" I speak, not seeming to mind the lack of speech the hag had given me, continuing on whilst looking down, feeling a calm and comforting feeling, knowing that someone listened to me interestedly. "My parents have already passed on, leaving me and my little sister behind on our own..." I continue, my face turning to a much somber look. "I.. Hope one day I will find something to live for, to strive towards, I suppose.." I say and shut my mouth, letting the topic fall and die, intending to end the story