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 exploring, i've gotten tired of home." Redryn states bluntly, already wanting to leave the small tent. The brunette eyes the cushion she's been told to sit on, disgusted at the dusty appearance of it. "And I think i'd rather stand."
Redryn tries to turn away, ready to abandon the conversation, but is stopped by the old woman who grabs her arm.
"If you want to know so badly I will tell you but I will not sit on your dingy cushion." She eyes the hag warily before continuing. "I don't know why i've come this way but I was drawn to the town the second I ran from my village. The dark caves from home got too suffocating and now I am here. It's that simple."
