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?))
He seems hesitant at first, leaving an awkward silence filled only by the gusts of wind in the distance. He does not move towards the cushion. When he speaks it is very direct, "My name is Bucket- that's because I like lava and my parents thought it was fitting", he does not stop to hear the hags response, "I love lava! It has so many secrets, but for me it is too dangerous as it can burn down forests like my home!". He looks at the ground and the hag attempts to say something before brutally being interrupted again, "Apparently to you I am a rare sight, but there are thousands of us, so I'm not sure what the deal is...". His appearance does not match his energetic self and it is clear he has come from the forests, his hair is full of leaves and across his body moss is embedded into his clothes. He wears a dense jacket and claims a large, ginger beard on his face.
He twitches and looks around, "But my story, you ask? I was raised within a hollow tree several miles away from this current location. Not long after my birth, as I was told, humans took down my settlement with roaring flames. Everybody around me was fearful, but I enjoyed it- it was exhilarating. I only recall brief moments; there were no direct casualties, but many died due to lack of sanitary and dietary needs. We survived through trade and were always on the move. When I became old enough, I left. I wanted to pursue my adoration for lava and research its existence. But while I do so, I wander the roads of this current forest. I hope to meet my family again, but I do not know of their location. " He does not show any emotion, simply smiling at the hag the same way he did upon arrival, seemingly content that he was able to share this tale.
"But anyway, I came to this ugly town in search of trade". He does not seem the least aware of his insulting words and eagerly waits for response.
