zennaintdead

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?)) "Hoohoohoo, hehehe" the halfling chuckles and prances around. Still not responding the halfling keeps prancing around and goes "Hoohoohoo, hehehe" again, "Who be expecting Insbil Baggebo, hoohoo?" he asks finally responding. He brings out a wrinkled pale hand and begins to twirl and stroke his beard in deep philosophical thought, "Infamy! Hohoho!" he says to himself. He continues with his bouncing circuit seemingly not elaborating and only giving the occasional "Hah!" to the befuddled witch! Even as he speaks he still prances around but as time goes on a pattern becomes more clear, he is prancing around in a circle, or a circular pattern, around the tent, going "Hoohoohoo, heeheehee! I am famed!" he says "If you be expecting me, then Insbil's story you already know!". "Hoohoo, heehee!" he says again before prancing out the tent. Outside the tent just out of view of the witch, the hobbit continues on his trip of whimsy with his hands wringing imaginary water from his marvelous splendiferous beard. With no one as his audience Insbil finally answers the old hag's question of his story, "Know my name, I am Insbil Baggebo, Five Hundred Sixty Eighth reincarnation of Knox, Lord of all Weefolk and Smallfooted! I will come steal your pumpkins, hohohoooo, heeheeehee!! Thirty years I have wandered and I will wander thirty more until the day comes where I put my pumpkin on! Hoooohoooo heeeheee!"