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?))
"Well my name is Myrthilien, and first off I must excuse if my language might feel a bit jagged at some times I haven't had anyone to teach it to me properly as my parents died when I was just became a teen." my face darkens and saddens as I look at the flame of a candle "One day they just didnt come back" I look back at the hag "But enough about that, so all my life i've been on my own trying to make a decent living and now, now im here speaking with you.
