Sock Sockington

Willow Galad has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As He looks around, his gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. he ducks and steps 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 His face—” Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” "What do you mean been expecting me?" said He questioningly. Her only response is to gesture to the cushion again, he reluctantly does and starts his story "It didn't go so well at first, my mother raised me single-handedly till I set out on my own at 16 years old to seek wealth and tales to tell my mates against ma's wishes so I stole the local fisher's sloop and made for greater lands I sailed for months with no land in sight then a few days ago my boat capsized in a storm and I ended up here" He Explained to the old woman who gazed at Him as though she had seen you a long time ago and cared deeply for you she began to speak in her low scratchy voice "I've been having visions you would arrive on these isles in time I just wasn't sure when however. I first saw your face when I was very a young girl" He thought to himself how long ago that could have been "probably decades" "your creepy and old I'm out of here I'll be at an inn if you want to speak to me" He says as he Exits the tent as hastily as he'd entered