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?))
*sighs* looking at the woman intensly
the fogg from the swamp gathering around them creating an earie setting.
"I-" (stuttering)
"I was once a famed hero, but i turned after I was framed for a crime i did'nt commit, I exiled myself to the desert and swore vengeance upon those who wronged me, I went to the desert in search of a power that no creature can comprehend. "
(He said looking as if he were about to kill something)
*he clenches his fist and breaths hardly*
"I will get revenge!" He exclaimed
