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: Elleion pinches his index finger, as he makes his way to the cushion, whilst being concious of his sorroundings, keeping his guard up for any situation that may occur *better safe than sorry* He thins to himself as he takes a seat next to the woman.
"Well...What can I say...Elleion is my name, I've been travelling from town to town in search of...Some company, my mother passed quite recently...It wasn't of natural cause"He clenches his fist, as if recalling that memory in his mind brings him physical discomfort, he then eases up and continues - "But...Let's not talk about that...I've lived most of my life in the Kingdom of Norland, but decided to move away to start somewhere fresh...I don't know where yet, that is my goal. When it comes to proffesion Im just a ranger, y'know...A bow a small dagger and such, stealth is my best ally!" He then laughs at his last sentence, before slowly getting up from his seat, then putting on his hood - "Well I must get going, a long road awaits me, hope our paths cross again" - He nods his head at the woman before making his way out of the tent
