Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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.”
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“Expecting me?” Osdrea responds, stepping closer before taking a seat as instructed. “So I assume you already know my name...”
Osdrea takes in her surroundings before looking at the woman in front of her again, choosing her next words carefully. She produces a list on a small paper, handing it to the old woman.
“Well, regardless, my name is Osdrea Zelmaidon. I’m here in search of ingredients for a potion I am brewing. Would you happen to know where I could find any of these?”
