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.”
Suliin stands there for a while eyeing the tent in complete silence. After a few seconds Suliin tilts his head and glances the hag. "Why would you expect me? And what comes to my story, there is not much to tell", he says and sits down. His face is expressionless while his deep grey eyes staring the hag can barely be seen under his hair. Suliin straightens his posture and says, "So what it is you want to hear? I only have time once I am already here." Suliin and the hag stare at each other at the dim lit tent until the hag finally speaks once again.
