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.”
Ziteri sat down onto the cushion, taking her deer pelt cape off. „ I am looking for an adveture ma'am. An old wise wizard from my village sent me here to find a map that could lead me to dragon's lair.“ Her smile twitched in distrust. What if there was someone watching? What if it's a trap?
