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?))
Imryll's gaze flickers over the hag, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly in curiosity. She steps forward, brushing damp hair from her face, and lowers herself onto the cushion with graceful ease.
"I did not expect to be expected," she says softly, her voice carrying a hint of intrigue. "But it seems fate has its way of guiding me. I seek answers, though I am not certain where to start. Visions have led me here... to this town, to you. Perhaps you can help me uncover what lies hidden beneath the surface."
She meets the hag’s gaze, a faint smile playing at the corner of her lips. "What is it you know of my coming?"
