KirinaDeGoddess

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.” The Human would do as directed, trying her best not to react to the deranged town or the tent she finds herself in. Her dress would slightly flow from sitting, her figure awfully apparent from how fitted it was. She didn't have much of a story to tell as she was merely nomadic, taking no risks on stopping anywhere before arriving here. "I am Kirina, a disciple from a distant land. I've come looking for the gift of knowledge, and power, so that one day, I may surpass my previous masters." The pale faced woman stared intently, with the face of determination and immense mental prowess. She refrained from sharing too much, in the case this hag posed to be a threat to her goals. Her posture made it evident that she was truly a disciple without a master, no inert deception or manipulation, however, she remained on guard, possibly an old teaching. "I wish to know all I can about this place, this world, it's life, magic and all other sorts. Knowledge is my goal." She waited a few moments for the hag to speak. Upon listening to the advice given to her, she stood up and knelt down in front of the hag. "Thank you, wise one, for the information you've granted me. I will take extra caution when traversing these parts." The woman stands back up to leave but before she does, she says one final goodbye. "Until we meet again." Finally, she leaves the tent and sets off on a journey.