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?)) Example: Haanit blinked... her eyes glanced up and down a left to right. Then her brows furrowed as she said "I don't even know who you are lady, why should I tell you. It's none of your business, you can't tell me what to DO. My parents couldn't either!" She scoffed and gritted her teeth at the mention if her parents. She nearly shouted her entire little rant, and stomped her foot once or twice. Her hands clenched into fists shortly before she crossed her arms and demanded. "Who are you? I don't know you.. how were you expecting me?" Her head tilted and her brows remained furrowed.
GoldenArmada334 joined the community