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.”
Osanna peers further into the tent, her attention being drawn to the unfamiliar voice. Immediately her face shifts to the hag's words, a overly wide grin crossing her lips. "Expecting ME?" She continues in, standing at the center of the tent. Not a moment of silence had passed between the elfess and the hag. "Do you even KNOW me?" A laugh erupted from Osanna then, rattling through the foundation of the tent. Though once it had died down, attentive eyes scrutinized her surroundings. Her nose had scrunched with the smell as it finally set in, but she couldn't help to breathe normally; She'd began breathing through her mouth, each coming in with a tremble, but with an attempt to not make much noise or draw much attention towards it. The woman didn't move from where she stood, though idly, she shifted. A quick glance went to the seat offered, her words coming out clear and calculated. "My story?" Osanna briefly pauses. "I was sick for a while, got directed somewhere, then I got help. Now I am better!" Another short laugh escaped from her. "It is a great tale, no? I know. So I am going to continue on, now. Bye-bye." The unease settled within the woman just as she concluded, and with a rather silly-looking spin, she made haste to leave the tent, wandering off.
