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?))
My character quietly walks over to the old hag, keeping a stern eye on her. He places a cushion on the chair before he takes a seat. He sits there in silence for a moment, taking in the scenery. The sound of rats scrambling about, stealing scraps, fills the air. The cold, damp air rests gently on his skin.
"So..." the hag says, trying to grab his attention.
He pulls his head back to face her, studying her wrinkly, old face. He pauses, weighing his words.
"Well, if you have been expecting me, why must you request I tell you my story? Surely you know of it? I reckon you should tell me about yours first, and maybe I'll open up".
Her facial expression changes; her one eye flickers as it widens. "Very well," she insists, walking over to grab the tea pot.
(My character grew up in The Holy Regency, in a welcoming home with his mom, father, and sister. He grew up as a normal child, with exceptional intelligence and grades in school. He sought only education, and went to university at 14 to study theology. From there, he joined the Dominican Order at 18 as a religious brother and continues to serve others.)
