Vire

Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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?)) He narrows his eyes, hesitating for a moment before stepping further into the candlelit tent. His boots sink slightly into the damp earth beneath me as he lowers himself onto the cushion, not letting his guard down. “If you already know me,” he says, in a measured, “then why should I bother telling you my story?” His fingers drum against his knee as he glances around the flickering tent. “Feels like a waste of breath, don’t you think?” He inhales sharply. wet moss, decay, something else I can’t place. The scent clings to the back of my throat. He shakes his head, trying to gather his thoughts. “Instead, how about you start?” He tilts his head, meeting the old hag’s gaze. “Where exactly am I? How did I get here? And” he gestures vaguely at the air, his nose wrinkling “why in God’s name does this place reek?”

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) "Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…