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?))
Initially, Symaen is caught off guard, and steps back a little, after a brief exchange of silence, Symaen answers the old hag's question.
"Well, I grew up hunting and foraging with my caretakers in the wilderness, as well as with others, the campfire would ceaselessly burn to provide warmth to the camp. I have decided to part ways with them and want to see the world beyond the snow. No longer bound by the freezing cold and snow."
Symaen steps forward, feeling a little more confident.
"Whatever the world throws at me..."
Symaen looks down at the ground, silent, until he suddenly mutters...
"Forget it... I wasn't able to do a thing anyways..."
