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?))
Aelarion steps into the dimly lit tent, his purple eyes scanning the room with quiet curiosity before resting on the hag. He bows his head slightly, his voice calm yet firm, "I seek knowledge, old one. There are dark forces at work in my homeland, and I have come to find answers to stop them." His gaze sharpens as he meets her eyes, "You knew I would come. So tell me, what do you know of the shadows that threaten us all?"
