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?))
"I never knew my face could be so familiar to strangers." walks and promptly sits on the cushion, "The real question here is why have you been expecting me?" leans in with a searching gaze towards her. "Not talking are we? Well, I might as well tell a 'stranger' about my story. My birth isn't important but my mission is. When I grew up I always wanted to set out into the winter lands and explore uncharted areas of forestry." backs away as if looking at the scenery, "It's a beautiful place here, someday I wish to own a part of it. I have always been known to want to make friends and help others whenever needed."
