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?))
Elliot didn't waver for even a moment. His story was as set in stone as his goal. A past that molded him into the man he needed to become. He took one, heavy, step forward, shooting his eyes into the hag.
"I come looking for the minister of this town." He said, so confidently it did not warrant further inquiry. "He owes my family a great deal of money. An amount so great that it can no longer be ignored."
His fist clenched tight with annoyance. The very fact that his father's carelessness had driven him all the way to this backwater town was driving him mad.
"The Minister and I were set to work out a deal for a shipment of carrion. Tell me where I can find him."
