rosorial

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?)) "Aye, Thanks for the invitation. . The Velaryon house sends their regards.." He nodded his head slightly, tilting it towards the old hag, showing his respect for the old woman, his nostrils widening slightly as the aromatic candles delighted his senses. "Those candles smell nice madam, quite the little tent you have here." he chuckled, waving his hand over his nose for a moment, before taking a long stride towards the cushion, brushing off his old battered pants before crouching down, taking a sit and crossing his legs, placing his hands into his lap showing his kind demeanor. "Where to start. . Me and my family came to these strange lands in search of a fresh beginning, new riches and lands to conquer and whatnot. ." his eyes narrowed, brow furrowing in sync- "But, to our surprise a damned beast of the waters tore apart our ship, so now here we are. . Back to step one in these frightening lands."