ItsGamefreek

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?)) Louis looked about the swampy exterior of the hut with a suspicious and curious gaze. He peered into the tent. "Hello. Are you the seer around these parts?" He asked the frail woman who was sat to his opposite. "If so- I have a couple questions I'd like to ask you." He spoke as he stepped over to the rickety table and abruptly took a seat. Looking directly into the old lady's eyes, he took a deep, but calm inhale through his nose. "I'm looking for work. I have a hand at growing crops." Before the woman could respond, he exhausts the rest of his breath. "I need to survive. It was the last thing my ma told me to do before she was taken by the "mori"." He looks up to the roof of the tent for a moment, then meets the eyes of the woman again. "I don't need money. I made a promise to my mother and that is all I seek to achieve." He stretches his legs and points to a crate protruding from the outside of the tent. "She told me to hide in that there crate while I sailed to this place called Aevos? Any and each way I can find to keep myself alive is what I'm going to do, even if I need to take this tent for my journey."