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?)) Mori stands - staring at the old hag for a moment, staring. A curious look, as they shifted over and sat down - crossing one leg over the other. With a delicate hand, Mori shifts and reaches into their bag - pulling out a small little canteen and sipping from it; letting out a disgusted 'blaugh' under their breath. "Cold tea... Never, drink it. Unless you're very sure you can make it taste nice without the heated water." They said, purposefully leaving the had in suspense - sipping more from their canteen before smiling with grin, mouth filled with sharpened teeth. "My story - though? Why are you so curious, hag? Are you stalking me? Should I tell you about my childhood years too?" They would shift on the cushion, chuckling a bit - before tapping the ground. "I jest! Mostly... But there is no story to tell, my old - literally old - friend. I am just a humble wanderer, bored and filled with Wanderlust. Decided that I should lead the helm of my own life, so to say! Instead of my 'parents'." Mori would sigh, nodding. "It's quite sad, really. I'm very bland, no tragic tale - no... Overly dramatic play - a single Act. I decided to go out, and see the world! And I will, at my own pace mind! Maybe, one day - old lady, I'll come back with a fantastical tale. But for now - I'm sitting in a dingy hut, drinking old cold tea." They raise the canteen, smiling.
"Cheers, lady."
