MediumStare

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.” "Yeah you going to properly put me in a mental asylum after i tell you this." /me sits down on the cushion the man pointed to while laughing nervously. /do would be exhausted from traveling "I come from a small town and like 3 days ago stuff didn't became logical. Like for example I left work as usual I work at a metal refinery but this time it was dark outside..." /me Looks frightened "The only problem is that it was 5 in the evening. Sundown is at 10... Then the same evening I get home and I look in the sky and I kid you not I saw a elf with wings like PETERPAN!" /me would shout that last word like he is insane. "I thought I was crazy but when I woke up the next morning everything felt fine. Nothing on the news exedra..." /me looks tensed up... Fist clamped while he is going to explain the next scenario. "Then I left for work I and run into a man. Not just anybody. One of those flying things." "He told me he was a elf... And for some reason they needed me in their village. He almost went on his knees begging." /me goes on his knees, Arms up in a 90-degree position. And shows the man how was begging. "I haven't seen a lot of movies but all movies those "Elfs" have funny ears. Did one had too " /me gets back in seating position. While he using 2 index fingers to simulate their pointy ears. "So i was convinced that he was out of this world. He gave me a bus ticket and said I "NEED" to get on this bus." "The busses stop driving at 12 o'clock at night. Yet this ticket was for 1 in the morning." /me reaches with his right hand into his right hand pocket wanting to reach for a small sheet of paper resembling a bus ticket /do the ticket would be gone trough a hole in said pocket. "Well I don't have it anymore. But when night fell I went to the bus stop and a coach-liner did show up" /me memories would be vague from this point forward. "This yellow... I mean green bus. Yeah green bus showed up. I got in and there ware 2 people already sitting." /me uses his index finger on his chin and thinks while his eyes slide to the top right corner of his vision. "I think one of them had a old leather jacket. Could be brown... or denim even now I think about it." "Only thing I do remember is he smelled bad, like really bad." "I sat down near the rear entrance of the bus and the bus didn't stop anymore" "I was awake for like 13 hours. Didn't stop for fuel, nothing. Then I fell asleep in the bus due to exhaustion." "Next thing I know I was flying through the air and landed in your swamp face first!" "And I have no memory of falling asleep... And from what it looks like I don't believe I'm on planet earth anymore. It looks magical here." /me points towards the windows. with his thumb. /do outside it would be nice and beautiful "Glad you are welcoming people and that I don't end up in jail for trespassing. Sorry about your pond by the way."

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.” "Wel nice to meet you my name is Yohan Silkystick." /me takes a deep breath "I come from Hottings Ville. Small village quite far from here. I walked about 400 miles and I even had to ride on a good Samaritans horseback" "Anyway I will come to my point." /me reaches with his right hand to the man in order to shake his hand /me proceeds to sit-down in the couching the hag pointed to. "I'm the 3rd generation of owl postal delivery in a town quite far from here." "I'm looking to move to a new town or city nearby and thought it looked lovely here even though its muddy." /me looks shy cause what he about to explain is kind of embarrassing /me put his right hand into his neck and rubs it "So how am i gonna explain this..." "I used to be good at brewing potions and when I did it at home I must have add to much blazed powder cause the whole house smelled like a rotten fart." /me lowers his hand back to his waist "So my parents promptly kicked me out after that success..." /me raises his shoulders and shrugs "But what gives I'm 22 and a man my age should start living on his own." /me grabs a album from his bag and flips a few pages "Look this is the first potion I brew." /me points at a foto of a potion of magic sparkle which is in the foto album. "Took me 3 weeks to get all the ingredients in house. Small towns don't have good supply routes you know." /me lowers his right hand containing the album and would place it next to his bag where he had received the album from. "You wouldn't know by any chance some ware I can stay for the night?" /do his stomach would make a rattle sound "And properly where I can eat? Any recommendations of local dishes?" /me attempts to shake the hand. /do does he accept y/n (If yes) /me accepts the handshake "Thank you for your time and hospitality"