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.”
As Chuck plops down on the cushion in front of the hag, his arms flail a second to regain balance. Once regained, he smiles at the hag with a sheepish grin. "It was a lot to get these ingredients. Took me a long while to get the carving right and even longer to drag it all the way from my burrow. But 'ere it is!" Chuck quickly and dangerously yanks a pumpkin from the sack on his back by it's stem, over his head, and on to the ground nearly breaking it. "One icon of the Pumpkin Lord, as promised," Chuck beamed as he presented his work.
