cowboyjam

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?)) Liacyne takes a deep breath, the pungent smell of the swamp and the eerie atmosphere in the tent making her uneasy. With caution in her voice, she replies. "You've been expecting me? That's.. intriguing. I didn't anticipate finding anyone who knew of me and my arrival." She inquires, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and intrigue. She would settle onto the cushion, ready to share the enigma that brought her here with the mysterious old hag. "I'm here by chance, drawn by my curiosity about this town and the secrets it holds. I've heard whispers of mysteries and hidden knowledge, and I felt compelled to investigate." She would pause, studying the hags wrinkled face for any hint of recognition or understanding. "I do not have much to say about me, in my home town I was an entertainer. But I believed being just an entertainer.. wasn't enough for me. So I left. I carry with me the wisdom of the my towns elders, the blessings of the forest spirits, and I hope of discovering my true purpose in the grand tapestry of the world." She stopped, watching the old hags face, awaiting a response.