Tautvis

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?)) As Luca settled onto the cushion the hag gestured towards, he found himself hesitating, unsure of where to begin. Her penetrating gaze seemed to see through Luca’s very thoughts, and he felt a sense of vulnerability wash over himself. Gathering his thoughts, he began to speak freely. "My journey began far from this misty town, in a world filled with both wonder and peril. I've traveled through bustling cities and vast landscapes, seeking truths and knowledge that have eluded me for so long. The path I tread has been one of both discovery and challenge, leading me to encounter people of diverse backgrounds and uncover mysteries that extend beyond the realm of mere mortals." The young Illatian paused for a moment, reflecting on the experiences that had brought him to this moment. The hag's gaze remained fixed on Luca, her eyes seemingly piercing through his exterior to grasp the essence of his tale. "As for why I find myself in this peculiar place," Luca continued, "there's a whisper in the wind, a murmur of ancient secrets that drew me here. The rumors spoke of a wise seer who could unravel the threads of fate, someone who possessed knowledge that transcended time itself. And now, here I am, sitting before you, drawn by the promise of understanding, of finding the missing pieces that would complete the puzzle of my existence." Luca leaned back slightly, allowing the weight of his words to settle in the air between the unlikely pair. The candles' soft glow seemed to shimmer with a newfound intensity, casting an otherworldly aura over the tent. The hag's expression remained enigmatic, as if she were peering into my very soul. "Tell me," she finally spoke, her voice carrying a weight of wisdom, "what are the truths you seek? What drives your heart and compels you to wander through the mists of uncertainty?" Her question struck a chord deep within Luca, and he found himself opening up further, sharing desires, dreams, and uncertainties that he had long held within. As Luca spoke, the hag listened intently, her presence both daunting and oddly comforting. And so, in that dimly lit tent, amidst the scent of decay and dampness, Luca unraveled the layers of his story, revealing the tapestry of experiences that had shaped his long journey. Whether the hag held the key to the answers he sought or not, the act of sharing my story felt cathartic, as though the mere act of vocalizing his thoughts was a step towards understanding his path and his very thoughts