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?))
Example: "Ah, well you see... I don't tend to, well you know-" Warden gestures towards the hag with a humorous glint in his eye, "Get right chummy with strangers that seem to know me." The old hag grunts in aggressive disapproval. "Well now that you put it so delightfully, I suppose I must take a seat." He glances out the tent as he inches towards her, what was that feeling he felt? Malevolence? Paranoia? For a moment he swore, the air seemed to thicken...
