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.”
Meritites, a woman of blond, began inside the fabrications of the tent's walls. Her sight instantly caught the floating candles above once she craned her head to a degree. With her eyes, she smiled with a fascination. The woman cuffed her hands in front of her waist as she began to trek further inside within her own mindset of imagination. Interrupted, she was, by an unfamiliar voice. "Ooh?" Her voice came out in a friendly tone, eyes catching the Elden figure in wince. After an inspecting pause, she said: "I did not think there was another in this Town." Meritites further approached the Other's seating arrangement. Her gown scraped softly against the cloth walls, its thread flowing against the wooden floor, its length shrouding her lower half with Shadow. "My Story is nothing special-- So, say, what about yours, Ma'am? Do you have a tale to tell?"
