KillerMaid

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?)) Calleina doesn't sit, only looks down to the old woman with a schooled expression "I owe you no story, I'm only here cause you have something that can help me" she walks up a but closer, the clink of some of the jewelry she had on her only noise "If you want information... my dear old family kept me isolated, poor little calleina knew NOTHING about this world.” She sighed, going to sit down as she lists off a few things “well myself, I grew up in some swamp of a house, my parents kept me and my siblings isolated, cut off from the world to use us as helpers for their little farm. Sweet little Malna made it out just as she was of age… but no, she didn’t bring any of us with her, that wretch. I got out when I was much older. I was the eldest, I should’ve been the one who got out. I should’ve been the one to explore and make friends. I SHOULD BE THE ONE WITH A NEW LIFE” she erupts with anger, slamming her hands down before she takes a deep breath, “I have a new life now, and I’m going to live it to the fullest, with NO ONE telling me what to do”

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?)) "Oh! Hello again miss, I don't think we've met? I sit down and relax a bit into the cushion, looking around the tent curiously. "Well if you do want my story I wouldnt mind telling." I lean forward a bit, feeling better to talk than stay silent in this dim town. "My family and I work to provide herbs and meat to the people around us, hunting is our specialty but I'm much more inclined to tending to the farms despite what my outfit says" I joke a little.