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?))
*Cyllene carefully steps towards the middle of the tent. Her boots, reaching up to her thighs, sink in ever so slightly noticeable in the dirt, because of the water and mud that stuck onto them.* "I am just passing through." *She says in between sips from her flask.* "I've been wandering around the lands for a few years now, living off of whatever I can hunt with bow and axe, just as my tribe teached me." *She lowered her voice while putting the flask back into her backpack.* "Girls get the bows, Boys get the axes, which is why I ran to every guy in the village and asked them to teach me everything they knew about axes. I wasn't allowed to use them, when we went out hunting, even though I always wanted. And when you are not conforming, even when it is in a positive way, the tribe always raises an eyebrow more at what you're doing, which lead to them exiling me. Specifically, after I brought one of our injured men back from a hunt. The right side of his upper body was dismantled and he couldn't breath properly, but when I tried helping him within the village, I was told to leave and never come back. I mean, I understand it. It may certainly be the human decision to try to protect every human life, but it is not a smart decision, as you have to spend more of your sparse resources on them." *She looked around in the tent, giving a glance at each individual candle at least once, it surprised her, that there was any way for fire to be made in such a wet town.* "Ever since that I just wandered through the world visiting countless communities with no particular goal."
