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?))
Jan Paleček walked in, bowing his head toward the lady seated before him as a gesture of reverence and respect. "Ma’am, I am attempting to return to Aevos. My family and I were driven out by the Church for our so-called heretical beliefs when I was just a boy, but now I seek to make a name for myself once more." His gaze flickered toward the candles before narrowing suspiciously. "Might I ask, do you practice the most holy faith? Those candles do not look they belong to a woman who follows it."
