Nightstalking

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?)) Gyles meets the hag's eyes with a smile too wide for the derelict town's welcome. He seamlessly takes position opposite of her, arms spreading an array of tightly-bound scrolls between them. "Research," he breathes, eccentric voice rasping like an untuned instrument, "is my purpose." Unclasping the leather binding securing one of the scrolls, the documentation he'd brought with him was unusual: not an archival log, or a book-keeping record, but an illustrated diagram of categorizations of fauna. "There is much to be learned about the creatures of Aevos... where, and how, they originated. But there is only so much that books can tell me. I must venture into the field to learn firsthand of their origin, create a journal of my travels… and uncover the parallels between them." The frames of his wide rimmed seeing-glasses caught in the candlelight, veiling the overzealous glint in his eyes.