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.”
((How do you respond?))
"Of course. Stories are my specialty," Sarma says confidently as she sits on the cushion. She had been looking for this place for ages. She desperately wanted all of the stories this hag had to tell. "My story is that I value every tale there is, and my ultimate goal is to make sure they are preserved for history. I search for people like you to find the ones lost to time, disaster, or malice. The libraries are my home. The prologues are my background, and the epilogues, my death. I am here to beg for the words I do not know."
