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?))
Colt stays where he stands for a moment before finally sitting down, albeit hesitantly, "You must know my story if you've been expecting me," He replied, voice deep and raspy, "I know your folk don't take to kindly to me around here. I just love the little stories y'all make up about me,"
Colt leaned back in his chair and chucked slightly, "I know y'all think I'm a bad man, but I ain't," He leaned forward, elbows against his knees. His voice dropped lower, "I'm just doing what y'all are too scared to,"
