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?))
She sat down in front of the old hag. "Expecting me, huh? Not really used to that!" Ealirel replied with an awkward laugh, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. "Well, where to start?" Ealirel mused aloud, her fingers tapping nervously on the arm of her chair. She paused for a moment, thinking of what to say, then continued, "I've always been fascinated with the world, always wanting to learn as much about it as I can, you know?" Her voice softened slightly as she added, "But lately, it feels like there’s so much more out there, things I don’t even understand yet. And so, here I am!"
