FISHBALL

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.” Reinn glances around in the tent before sitting down onto the cushion with a huff, crossing his arms, clearly reluctant to engage in a conversation with a complete stranger, "My story...? Pfft, it's nothin interesting. abandoned by my family at the orphanage, became a stray and simply just survived." Reinn turned his head away the longer he spoke, his finger itching at his arm, not enthusiastic to speak of his disappointing childhood. "Why'd you need to know anyway...?"