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.”
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After a moment of silence, August took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts.
"The whispers of the forest led me here, telling tales of a place where someone I seek belongs to, a place in which I can finally fullfil my lust for answers", he sighed deeply, "My kin's slayer lingers here, believing this place to feel like home. The very same home they lived in way before. Nevertheless choce to burn to ashes, using the commotion that occured during demonic disaster that struck Acras way back.", after these words he leaned towards the hug, growling, "I am to find my solace here by finally hunting that wretch and looking it right in the face, while holding his faith in my hands!"
The hag distanced herself away, shurg her shoulders to loosen the discomfort of an old, wet - through chair, before exlaiming with sinister smile, "If you are to seeketh revenge - you shall find this place a perfect arena! Tavern's filled with fools like yourself, craving Minas for betrayal. Your best bet would be asking around there first."
August looked at the hag with some disdain and replied, "I think I'll do just that." He turned around swiftly, touching tent's pole hard enough for it to tilt, making one of tent's edges to sag.
