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?)) Silvra pauses, looking around skepticly before sittong down, "Ah- well-" she stops " Apolegies, how rude of me! i am Silvra and only long for some peace and quite. really its nothing special, im looking for a nice place to setlle down and maybe build a house." her face remain blank as she continues "though i do not see a good reason as to why i should tell you my past." her eyes narrrow "but allas if you must know im from the south and just recently retired"...
(ps. the reason shes so untrusting is the girl used to be a soldier and just wants some peace now, she has some major trust issuse)
