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:
Morindor said, "Some time ago, when the battle was still raging, I was a warrior from the whole Elven race, but I went from honorable to... something else." His voice was low, like a secret he wasn’t sure he wanted to share. He turned his gaze away, eyes distant, as if the words were stuck in his mouth. "I lost more than just comrades. I lost myself in the chaos."
He stood in silence, his face shadowed, as if the weight of his own past was pressing down on him. "Some burdens are too much for others to bear." His eyes hardened. "And some things... are better left forgotten."
"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
