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?)) Example: (delete this)
Aetheria’s eyes widen, but she quickly move to sit down as she was told. "Oh well! To be honest... I don't have much of a story of tell." Her eyes shift from side to side and she sits with her thumbs twiddling with each other in her lap. "I've had a completely unremarkable life really, even If I told you where I was from I fear it's name would spark no recognition, it's as good as nameless-." Her words sharply cut off and her eyebrow furrow conveying frustration. However her expression quickly smooths back to something amicable moments after this lapse. "If anyone here seems interesting, it would be yourself. Tell me, what did you mean just now by "it's you"?"
