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?))
She'd sit down, right on the cushion, a dull fellow he is. "I am Paerel, I am a Farfolk, I come here to find.. a person an old acquaintance. It's been a year or so, since I left my home. I have been wandering the world for some time now." She'd smile towards the old hag, handing over some dry bread to her. "Here have some bread, it might not be much, but it's something." She'd stare at the sky, wondering what she shall do next. She'd look back down. "Ah sorry!, I will continue, I am searching for my old friend, he helped me a few times back then.. before.. Well, you see, I met multiple people along my way, it was nice at times, I came across this town from the travels, heh..! You really are a nice person aren't you." She'd get up, grabbing her stuff.
