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?))
Sits down and looks around, for a moment questioning if this old woman is even talking to him and what could she possibly want. "Ah ja, my story huh? Well im afraid to dissapoint, my family is a family of ze farmers and hunters. My papa has a backround in construction too, but after a ezspecially large storm. Mein family und I had to move from our haus. Unfortunatly as we seeked a place to live we grew further apart. I was sent off here to make money for our family and waz told not to come back until I did" He sighs clearly uncomfortable
