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?))
"What is this place and why am I here out of the blue, old woman?" Ivarr says, getting more nervous by the minute. He always got anxious at strange locations, but something was off about the witch in front of him. "I guess i'm just a human folk. Nothin' special about me, i hunt to sustain my hunger and I defend my younger brothers. That's it"
