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?)) "Ah um..." Alaric says, scratching his head. He hesitantly sits on the cushion, putting his hands together and sighing before he continues. The young man doesn't quite trust this person, so he decides to be secretive with his speech.
"I... I'm a lost servant, miss. A very lost one." The man frowns a little before continuing. "You see... I don't know why I'm here. Last I remember, I was with... Those I served, on a ship. However, the boat capcized and I was knocked out... I woke up just a few hours ago at a beach, roughly east of this swamp. And right now... I still don't know what to do miss."
Alaric looks away, a bit ashamed and confused. "I... I don't know why you're expecting me, and neither do I know how you know me. But... I think you may have gotten the wrong person in mind, miss. A lot of other people are named Alaric, after all. But if it is me then... I don't have much to talk about. I'm just a servant who got lost. And I really, really need some help finding my way back home. Or perhaps, finding Lady Ly-" He stutters, "I mean, those I serve, yes. Apologies I'm... Just a bit on the edge right now."
Looking back at the lady, he smiles but with a hint of sadness. "Miss... Do you by chance know a place where I could stay nearby? Or possibly find work?"
