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.”
Her gaze wide, cautious - Tsubaki hesitantly entered the tent with medicinal herbs grasped tightly within her hands. With furrowed brows and quick glances to her surroundings, she young girl found herself slowly becoming accustomed to her new surroundings - Soon seating herself atop the cushion provided. Knees pressed down in the Seiza position - she answered after the trickling gulp of anxious anticipation.
"You've been expecting me.." - "How do you know of me..?" Tsu cautiously asked, her hands gently grazing the leaves of the common herb found just outside of the village.
". . . I'm a simple woman.. A gatherer - a hunter.." It were clear she were avoiding speaking of the whole truth - evident by her cautious behavior. ". . . I gather for my family - For.. Medicinal reasons.." - "Is that all that you need?" Her tone turned agitated, the uncertainty finding itself crawling up her spine.
". . . My mother tells me not to speak to strangers.."
