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?))
Almuth sits down onto the cushion before speaking, "My name is Almuth, and I have come from the slums all the way in Reinmar. My family is but a handful of Waldenian peasants." Almuth continues speaking, "I have become of age to leave, so I seek out a better path for my life whether it be significant or quiet but content."
Almuth shifted in her seat a bit. "I am thinking of traveling to some other Waldenian rounds and seeing what else is out there. I believe I shall find what I am looking for out there.. at least I hope." She finished looking back up to the woman waiting for some sort of response.
