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.” ((Filip would stumble into the tent with a hand holding his side. He had been stabbed. He looked to the old woman as she spoke. She made her way over to him to inspect his wound. "I am Filip. It is nothing." He said shortly to her about the wound. Not paying him any mid the woman became to tend to him. "I am running from home, my family had turned there backs on me." He winced in pain. "They believe me to be of dark spawn and attempt to take my life. So , I must move on to a better future.")) Example: (delete this)
"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
