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?))
"Oh, umm…" Wolfgar trips a bit, his eyes racing between the old lady and the dark doorway. The heavy air wraps around him, making his shoulders feel tight.
"I've traveled paths that freak people out, made some deals... got a few too many scars as well." He shifts around on the cushion, feeling her gaze on him.
"So, what do you notice when you look at me? Who do you think I am?" Wolfgar catches her gaze, feeling the pressure in his chest grow.
