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?))
Bella steps into the tent and is met with a multitude of different smells and sights. The dim candlelight, the damp cloth and the old woman, who certainly doesn't smell too pleasant. Bella stops herself from pinching her nose in disgust. "This is quite the little place you have yourself..." Bella says in her normal smooth tone, a tone unable to discern from mocking or genuinity. Bella moves to accept the old womans gesture and sits on the cushion prepared for her. She plops onto the cushion and plants her hands behind her to hold herself up. "I'm here in search of my father. Last I've heard he left to go after his foolish brother. It seems his desire of reunification made him forget what he already had." The young woman exclaimed in a snarky tone, rolling her eyes.
The hag finally spoke after a moment of thought. "Continue searching for your father for I see a path paved by you and you alone. The wheels of fate are turning my dear, it's up to you how you take the reigns."
Bella looked up in surprise, How wise... she thought. Hearing this made her beam with hope and newfound ambition. "Thank you truly! Your words mean a lot to me, I must be on my way now though!" Standing up with her fist clenched to her chest, Bella swiftly exited the tent, her soul brimming with desire and a sense of adventure.
