Toudlou

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?)) Holly grins and patters in, climbing onto a stool as the old woman pours a glass of water, "Ah, cheers," the halfling nods, resting her elbows on the table, "It took me a week to travel here. I'll be in town for the next couple of days collecting plant clippings, I've heard the flora here is very unique." The hag raises her brow, "You travelled so far for some plants?" Holly swings her legs while sitting on the stool, leaning forward toward the elder, "Of course!" she eagerly announced, "Been studying and collecting species since I was wee one! I have me own room dedicated to 'em!" The hag is taken aback by Holly's excitement, as the girl proudly lists the names of the plants in her home, "I've got some beardweed named James! Oh! And we can't forget my favourite lil' guy, Filbert—" Holly notices the lost look on the old woman's face, "aha, sorry, got a bit carried away there."