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?))
Jackal sits on the plump cushion, his armor clinking slightly. He sits up straight and proud. "I'm searching for my brother," he begins, "But I'm afraid he is...long gone." Narrowing his eyes, he glances to the floor, then around the tent. "Jackson, a friend of his, was last seen with him, but he has also disappeared. Please let me know if you have any information." Narrowing his eyes, Jackal stares the elderly lady in the eyes. "If not, I'm afraid I'd be searching until I myself am put into a grave." He shifts slightly, his shoulders tense from the armor he wears
