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?))
"who are you?" Cass ask, eyes narrowing "and how do you know me?" Cassandra looks around the room slowly once more, truly taking in the scenary this time. She sees on the opposite of her a glittering potion that has specks on gold in a white liquid. She instantly knows this potion to be the liquid truth potion and knows that if she even takes the smallest sip, she will be forced to tell the truth. "Oh, so you think you can just get my story out of me by giving me a drink hm... well you have to try harder than that." Without giving it a second thought, Cass leaves the room and goes back into town looking for a tent with food.
