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: Moro approaches the hag, studying her closely and trying to gauge the experience she believes this woman has with what she has heard, and wants to believe to be true. She pulls out the chair across from the hag, sitting delicately on the edge and giving the tea on the table a withering look.
"I've been seeking you out" Moro says evenly, with a steady a cadence as she is capable in this moment. "I've traveled far from my woods. My people have been battling hard against the rotting disease thats been taking our trees one by one, faster now each passing season. They look to me with hope- after all I've spent a lifetime in the art of leaves and fungi. I should have the knowledge needed to stop this rot. Yet... " Moro pauses
"Ahh, admitting a gap in knowledge is not weakness, elf" the Hag drawls "say what it is you came here to ask."
Moro takes a steading breath. "Moon Moss. It exists. I have heard you know how to cultivate it. I have chased myth for months now but I know you hold the secret. You must teach me, I need this knowledge."
Moro holds the hags eyes with hers. She also holds her breath.
"Very well Moro Menthiel. Yes, I know you. I know of your triumphs and your ego in the ways of the wild things that grow. I will teach you. But first," the Hag pauses. "You will do something for me"
