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?))
"I'm not sure..." Elwith says hesitantly, her memories thick and muddled. As she goes to sit on the cushion, she asks "...expecting me? For what? I'm...I must admit, I'm not quite sure where this is..." She pushes through the mire of her memories. She came here for some reason...but what? She was...escaping from someone? No. Something. Something dark and ancient. She came with someone else, too...her niece!
"Do you know where Celyn is? Did she make it?"
