WarAndMalice

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?)) He glanced around the dim tent, then back at the old woman, his brow furrowing. “You’ve been expecting me?” he asked, hesitating before sitting on the cushion. “That’s not exactly comforting, considering I don’t even know why I’m here.” He sighed, brushing some damp hair out of his face. “Look, I don’t have some grand tale to tell. Just... got lost and ended up here." His gaze dropped for a moment before he continued, "I can’t exactly remember. I woke up a couple miles out of town and my name is Lelouch, but beyond that? It all seems lost.”