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?))
He sat down on top of the cushion, raising his head to look up at her as he spoke. "Expected me?" He said, his voice was low, betraying a hint of suprise as his eyes softly widened. "How could you-.."
He asked before cutting himself off mid sentence, not wanting a response as it would be pointless. He sighted softly, his light blue eyes narrowed as he glanced at one of the candles to his left. The tent was pretty small, almost suffocating as he looked back at the Woman and begun talking. "I dont even know what brought me here.." I said, my voice getting more silent with each word, but loud enough for her to hear and understand me clearly. "I just ended up in this town.. I thought It would just be a quick stop before going further, but something about it makes me curious... Makes me want to stay here longer for some reason.." He explained, waving off his hands as he talked, making pointless gestures and looking around the tent, taking in the swampy and dim atmosphere before meeting her gaze again. "What is it about this place.. Why does it feel so.. Wrong..?"
