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?))
Inigo looks around the tent. He grabs the cushion and pulls it towards him, sitting far away from the hag. Dim light covers part of his face in darkness, which reveals itself as he moves closer. "I am just a simple being. Looking for food, coin, and a place to call home. But that raises the question, what am I doing here? You see, some days ago a noble women came to me. She talked about an old hag, who killed her husband in cold blood. But I bet you already knew that." Inigo takes out a knife in one hand, and leaves his other hand empty. "In my right hand, is the murder weapon. In my left hand, is the alternative." Inigo gives a subtle smile, as his head goes back again into darkness. "There's nothing a few pieces of coin can't buy."
