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?))
Maria looked around and very stepped further in, she carefully sat down on the cushion on her knees, resting her hands on her legs " My name is Maria, I uh, I am a traveler" she stutters slightly. " I was wondering if you had any directions, I am traveling to Celia'nor, as I was told I can learn alchemy there. " she looks around and smiles, remembering the prompt "OH! i suppose thats important if you want to know my story, I wish to learn, I want to learn about Alchemy, really anything relating to how we take the things around us and turn it to magic" she looks up slightly "well, I grew up with my father and he is a farmer. I heard about people who created potions with plants and other materials, I love the idea! sense then I have wanted to try to learn. I heard of a place I could look for a mentor so I am traveling there" she said happily "would you happen to have any directions ma'am? I should keep going" she said smiling softly
