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?))
Example:
“I’m looking for my sister,” she breathes out heavily.
They had always been together. Training side by side. Sparring under moonlight, laughing under stars. Her voice trembles slightly with pride as the memory flickers in her eyes...
“One night, she left our camp,” she continues, she looks at the old hag.
“No note. No sign. I asked everyone. All the paths... they lead here.”
Silence hangs between them. But something shifts. She watches the old woman carefully now there’s a glint behind those tired saggy eyes. Not surprise. Recognition. Something the old hag isn’t saying. She doesn’t press, not yet. Instead, she leans back slightly.
“Maybe I should stay around a little longer,” she thinks...
