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.” "I-i" alfons throat won´t spit a single word,he tries calming himself down with deep Slow Breaths. "i am here to have a fresh start nothing more nothing less." his eyes widen as the hag tells him shes been expecting him. "what do you mean you´ve been "expecting" me? i have told nobody where im off too. For mine and their good" his Voice Trembles for a bit before alfons starts speaking with a last deep breath. "My name is Alfons Gearwheel i come from a small village far away from here. Ive been Travelling for the last 20 years and Hope to finally have found a place to rest and continue my Fathers work of inventing .that is all i aim to do with my Time here." alfons does not seem to want to wast anytime so as soon as the Last word is spoken he steps Closer to the Hag "i urge you to not tell a single soul that ive been here...otherwise you might only be a soul yourself soon" with these Words he Leaves the Hag and heads Further into the middle of the village.
