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.”
"Why should I tell you my story" He scoffs and sneers at her. "I rather not have to go through all that, I have more important matters to attend to that your not involved in" Asmeth then smells the air and immediately holds his nose "Also where do you know me from." He squints staring daggers in to the wrinkles on her face "I've never seen you in my life, let alone have I ever been in this town" He look around the tent seeing nothing of importance causing him to snap back to the hags half closed eyes seemingly from age.
