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?)
"Oh, uh, m-me? How do you know me? I-" *Cough Cough* Autumns's throat catches from the rank, humid air. "Well, my name is Autumn Earthfire. I traveled here from a land far from here, up high in the moutains where spruce trees grow tall, and frequently the lands are coated in a thick layer of powder-white snow. I lived in a small ice-farming town, but ever since I was I child I wanted something more, to explore the world beyond the taigas and ice spikes..."
