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)
"Waiting for me? How come?" she says, thinking how. The hag must be some kind of seer or even know some type of magic maybe. That would explain how. Or the hag is a conwoman. Siloriel looks deeply into her eyes trying to garner the old womans intentions. She thinks the old woman seems truthful, weirdly so. "I shall tell you then, my story. I am a traveler, though not because i enjoy bring frequently on the roads. Infact i just wanted out of Celia'nor and its ridgid stale culture of needless ambition and careerism. I am not well suited to such a success centered enviornment so i left my fair homeland for the roads." Siloriel thinks to herself, if she walks long enough through these lands she will find the Silver State where she can settle down in a calm life. She does not plan to go to the reputed island of Haelun'or however, she wishes for a place of her own she can make beautiful. She continue thinking about how the old woman expected her. "How come you were expecting me crone? Are you a seer?"
