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?))
*He scoffs, a bit of distain placed upon his face as he looks at her. Expecting him? What did this woman know about him exactly he had thought to himself.* "My story? As if I'm just gonna tell some random hag my whole life's story."
*he says a slight grumble in his voice, honestly who did this lady think she was trying to pry into his life.*
