Pon 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?))
*Pon's head swivels to FACE the chair the old hag had gestured. Pon snapped at the hag, * "What kinda old hag are yous makin' fun of my height ???" *She crossed her arms smearing more mud over her chest, and pouted letting out a firm 'humph' of disapproval , "I hope you know I am a respected carpenter . Me father's a carpenter , his father's a carpenter and 'is father before that! ". Pon voice was a bit nasal and also a bit deeper than one would expect of her size. A little fear had seeped into her body but she remembered how her mother told her to stand up for yourself so she persevered and her mind rushed with adrenaline . With the adrenaline, she took a step closer to the old hag completely aware that they could punt her anytime, "lets put our appearances aside and have a RESPECTFUL conversation " *Pon placed emphasis on the word 'respectful'.*
