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?)) *Aleydria avoided the hags gaze, though she smiled to be polite. This cabin was dreary and her host frightened her, but she maintained her composure and took a seat as was directed.* "I'm afraid there is not much to share. I'm merely a wanderer these days. I have not accomplished anything in life and I'm down to my last bit of food, I guess you could say I'm down on my luck these days? *she'd snicker lightly idly fiddling with the cloth at the end of her dress* "Regardless.. It was my own doing that brought me to where I am. I can only hope now for mild experiences and good company. That being said, how are you?"
