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?))
Henry scans the room as he moves forward towards the cushion, raising his hand from his dagger as he confirms no immediate threats. "Guess I got no reason to hide nothin' from ya." He says as he sits down on the cushion, still seeming a little tense, as if ready to move at any moment.
"Name is Henry Lopsmile, although that much ya must already know." The left side of his face is stiff as he speaks, marred by a scar that slices from above his eyepatch down to his chin.
A constant smirk still seems to be present on his face as he continues, "Well ya know, been down on my luck lately, well actually always down on my luck." A small knife slips into his scarred hand as he seems to get a little more comfortable, starting to clean beneath his nails with it. "Got no home anymore, all my friends dead... and so are my enemies I guess. I'm looking for a new beginning, maybe something honest for once, might even change my luck." He chuckles a bit at the last part, as if at a bad joke. "Well anyway, don't wanna be known for my past. Am looking to make a new fortune, reckon ya could help me with that?"
