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?)) "Well." Her head tilts slightly downwards, and she makes a faint facial gesture of indicated thinking. "It's a long story, but I shall attempt to summarize it for you" She sits down upon the cushion set out, with a small squish as the cushion sinks a tiny bit "I'm not necessarily from "around here" but after my parents perished is an old war... I've been somewhat lost as a person. Clueless what to do with nobody to guide me" Her eyes dart around a bit seeming as though she is looking at the design of this building "And uh I looked and asked around for people who could help me. In the end I found out I could come here, or at least I think this is the place... They said that this could be the place that could show me what to do, and I could fight, just like my parents did back when they were my age" She begins to redirect her face back towards the lady in front of her, surprisingly happy even though she's talking about her parents death. "That's all I feel like saying safely as of now, I do hope you understand" She begins to stand up, and straighten her back out once more, catching her glasses before they slip off her face due to the angle of which she stood back up.
