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?))
"Hmm," Nora hummed in contemplation, glancing around the hut before focusing her attention back on the hag. "Why is my story of importance to you?" she asked defiantly, curious to gauge the hag's reaction.
For a brief moment, the hag appeared taken aback by Nora's tone before composing herself and replying, "As I said, young girl, I have been expecting you."
Nora eyed the hag cautiously but reluctantly lowered herself onto the cushion. "I am simply passing by," she began warily, "I do not seek trouble. I came here after I left my home, I only wish to learn more about the world, to gain local knowledge, and find my own path - that is all."
The hag remained silent but her glistening eyes told Nora all she needed to know - the hag wanted to hear more. Sensing their conversation was heading into a direction Nora did not want it to go to, she declared firmly, "I'm short on time; I must go. We will meet again, I assure you." With that, she stood up from the comfortable cushion and left the tent without sparing a look behind.
The hag watched as the young Farfolk female hurried out of the tent. Something told her that there was more to Nora than meets the eye.
