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?))
Kazimierz hesitantly settled onto the cushion, visibly anxious in the peculiar woman's presence. He averted his gaze, steering clear of eye contact as he spoke, his words stumbling out, "…E-expecting me...? Well," he said, fidgeting nervously with his hands as he searched for the right words. "I was just… passing through, on my way back to my village. Not much of a story to share." There was certainly more to his story, yet he was cautious to share that much with a stranger.
