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?))
Fedzara looked at the woman as she kept her eyes on them but she was also someway noticing her surroundings, hearing her words made her ear twitch for a second, she cross her arms and went to sit down, she crossed her legs and touched the cushion she was sitting at, she could tell from the get go it wasn't the best quality but she wasn't rude she have some manners. She cleared her throat and kept a firm eye contact with the old woman. ''You talk to me as if you know me, are you a seer or a prophet? nevermind anyone can be anything here..''
She look off to the side for a second ''You wish to know my story, i'm sorry to say that chapter of my life is only for myself and i don't mean it in a rude way but i just met you and you're already mysterious for me so.'' She looks back at the old hag ''That won't say that you could be dangerous, either way i'm not here to chat i was seeing if this was worth my time and it might but i am bit busy so i enjoyed this meeting but i'll have to give you an respond another time'' with that she got up and went towards the exit, she gave a small wave before she left.
