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?))
Slowly, Eryk sits in the dusty chair. "So, you've been expecting me? Maybe you know more about me then I do." He says with fatigue in his throat. "I come from the village which is on no map. It was burned to the ground when I was a barely a man. There is not much to say about me other than that I am a nomad. But I grow weary, and I yearn for a home." He slowly looks the witch up and down, studying her, "Maybe you know a home fit for me."
