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?)) "Me?" Cia responded, clearly confused. having never been to this town before, this elderly woman would be unlikely to know her especially as Cia was nobody of real importance. Cia cleared her throat, despite being a little confused by the hag's knowledge of her existence as if it were foretold she wasn't one to deny company or to be impolite, slowly she sat down on the cushion and looked at the old woman, getting ready to tell her story. "I'm from Haense originally, all my life up until about a year ago. my mother had passed away, however before she passed she told me that I was not in fact an only child. she told me that father had another lover, He was a caravanner after all... all she could tell me was 'Lurin' so that's where I'm going. it shouldn't be too far from here. this may well be my last stop before it." As Cia mentioned Lurin and the idea of meeting her sibling her voice and demeanour seemed to crescendo, from the upset that mentioning the passing of her mother had caused, to the hopeful and soft smile she gave at the idea of her getting to Lurin. "I'm just hoping that Lupvim isn't a common last name. otherwise I might be there for a lot longer than I'd hoped." she continued to think about her journey. "I suppose I'm rather far from home by now, I've learned quite a bit on my travel." she chuckled to herself, continuing to sit on the cushion provided by the hag. "So, why did you ask... how do you know me, do you know of my sibling?"
