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?))
A man entered, the squeaky door creaked in its insufferable frequency while a man in dark robes walked. Silent steps followed while he looked at the hag. Slipping through crowds of drunks, his hands moved. Taking a drink and piece of bread as he sat down. "You rely on your perceptions and prophecies, if you know me. Then why ask when the question already has its answer?" He looked at the hag. Dull dirty eyes, scorned in their silent gaze. He took a bite before he let out a long exhale.
"I come searching for those who defy materials. Accepting what cannot be seen." He muttered. Nothing more was said until the slight of his hand slid out a bag containing small coins "I wish to be pointed int he direction of where I can seek what cannot be seen." He stared, the silence forcing his hand. That isn't what the hag asked. She wanted a story "I come from the temples hidden, raised by trees and wind. Forced to give up materials and spread word of opening the eyes clouded by hate. No charity but it is a duty and oath I have taken." He fixed the robes around him as he continued "It is a quest, and I prefer to stick to it. Not be tempted by material things and help those who are in need." he glanced at the hag. The story was partly true. He did grow up there and he was taught that, but he intended to spread it a different way. Twisted words, a natural talent as he continued to spout "I was driven out of my temple for less than pleasant requirements. Knowledge, I seek it for it is what one cannot see."
"Some cannot accept what can aid them. If it be holy or not, bad or not. Morals are a complexity which is a compromise, and I wish to break that." He finished his bread and drink. Leaning back, his head slightly tilted while his eyes burned into the woman in front of him "Do you think materials should be valued? When there is so much that could replace them." Getting up the robed male took another bread from a drunk, coming back "Materials... Are like plants. Nice to have, not necessary when it comes to things like life. Skills, knowledge, things that are required to bring peace. Used as cover in battles, a material for houses. I have not lived in a house and I am fine." He finished, eating at the bread while he stared. Long, dull eyes stared at the hag. As the subtle silence filled the area of them both. "I like to think you have the answers I search for yet refuse to answer if I were to ask a query. So, I won't try. Have I entertained your story?" A longing to escape rested on his features. Each moment it increased drastically.
"I won't entertain this further, I ask you know my frustration and ease my suffering by guiding me to where I must go. Such knowledge you have, I beg you use to assist me. In turn I shall assist back. In anytime you wish of course." He smiled, an uncomfortably small smile. Each muscle was tense and forced as he squinted his eyes to make it appear genuine. Perhaps it was known he was fooling, perhaps it was the way he wanted to sound genuine but lacked the vocal tone for it to sound that way. A list of contradictions to his words were set and it only gave time to know which was which.
