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?))
"Oh, I just, uh umm…" he stutters, tensing up, as pure nervousness takes over almost making him not able to speak. his eye go over to the crone, then towards outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
He snaps out of it shaking his head violently before raising his arms up and slapping the sides of his face with his hands showing a new face...pure determination, turning back to the women
"You have heard of me that's amazing Then I wont take to much of your time I come to this town to expand my horizions and to adventure I came here with my brother zig zig we left our tribe but I think he is running a bit late so now I shall wait here for him and maybe buy a drink!"
