Your character has just arrived in a dark, swampy village. Looking around, they see huts and cabins. The air smells of rotting wood and damp moss. They crouch and enter a tattered tent illuminated by a series of candles floating in the air. At the back of the tent, an old witch lifts her head: "What brings you to this gloomy village?" she begins to say but then stops to study your face: "Oh, it's you... I've been expecting you. Sit down,' she gestures to a cushion, 'tell me your story."
((How to respond?))
Looking the old witch up and down, she thought to herself as she glanced toward a window revealing the Moon: "What should I do, my friend?" While pondering this, she crossed her arms under her chest, reflecting seriously until she finally turned her gaze to the witch and said, "The stars have told me you are trustworthy." She spoke while standing tall, almost noble in her posture. 'I am Hatzuki, descendant of Miyazaki, heir of a forgotten clan, and guardian of the temple, just like my mother and my mother's mother. Although this title has long lost its meaning, as the temple ceased to exist ages ago, my roots remain firmly planted in my heart."
As she spoke, her gaze once again drifted to the window, and a faint smile formed as if she were recalling something from ancient times. After a few seconds, she looked back at the old woman. "Enough with stories. I must take my leave, madam.'"With that, He turned his back on this strange figure and continued on his way.
