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?)) *she sniffs the tent making a grossed out face by the smell of the old person as she sits on the floor next to the cushion slightly tilting her head* "Howwdya know me?" *her eyes pace around the room* "Are you a friend? Story?" *she wiggles in her place then putting her finger up to her lips* "Ma story huh? I wander! I roam around the lands looking for stuff! Treasure! Mhm mhm" *she nods to herself* "Ya heard of me? Ur gonna give me treasure right? Or! Steal! "She rolls back flashing her fangs and getting on all fours...(This is how gobbo would react, idk if u wanted me to put a backstory so ill put it here. Shes a wanderer, searching for shinies. She behaves like a cat since she was alone while growing up only having wild cats to look up to. Being attacked multiple times has her on edge in some situations. Being robbed recently she only has a few rings and her earrings with a couple of coins in her purse)
