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?))
Example: The mali'thill raises her head, peering at the hag across the hut. A smile formed upon her features, one that betrayed the innocence of youth. "I am Lauresa, I sought to find respite here, my feet have grown weary from traveling the roads of Aevos."
"May I ask your name, llir?" Questioned the girl. Her gilded hand lingered on the entrance for a time before drawing further inwards. Upon straightening, the elfess would let her gaze inspect the interior. Quaint. Attention returning to the crone, a question would follow. "Where have I found myself?"
