Jonass

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.” "Oh, greetings, ma'am," Enkan chooses his words carefully, his eyes floating around the cosy tent, "I'm... a distant traveler who's seeking for a peaceful place to stay 'n relax, heard this town might have its own little space, no? Wait, my story..." as Enkan walks forward, he approaches the cushion and sits in the middle of a sigh. "Well, I'm just a loner with nothing much in life, y'know? My father..." his voice falls down and his eyes roll over the floor, "he used to be a warrior but he was killed a few years ago. My mom couldn't stand it, so she took her own life without leaving anything back, I guess her mind got totally shattered, " he forced an awkward smile. "So... I spent some time by myself, met some nice people and now I'm traveling around the world to clear my mind." Enkan makes himself comfortable on the cushion while his gaze drives again around the place, "In case you're asking, about this... people... well, I can't say they're all around anymore, but some chose to follow their own paths while the others..." he doesn't sound much comfortable while speaking but at the same time, it's as if this arrow in his chest had to leave. For a second, he remains still with his gaze now fixed on the floor, "they killed her... for no reason. They took her away." Like light clearing up the night, a subtle smile appears on Enkan's face. "But it's fine, they won't be a problem anymore. I made sure it's alright! So... how's the town? Do you have any recommendations?"