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?))
I take a slow breath letting the thick, damp air settle around me. My eyes catch the flicker of candlelight on the ragged tent walls. I glance back outside at the swampy streets, the rotted wood, the smell of wet moss clinging to everything. Then I meet her gaze, steady, unflinching. ''The name is Kay Abraham'' I say, voice low but firm, carrying over the hum of the candles. ''I didn't come here by mistake. I came with my brothers Sam, Leo, and Joseph. We stick together, chase trouble, chase opportunity, whatever comes first. We've heard whispers about this town, about the chances it hides in the shadows. I'm not here to play it safe. I'm here to see the truth for myself and carve a path that we alone will remember. ''I lean back slightly on the cushion letting the words hang in the candlelight, letting the moment breathe. The shadows flicker and stretch across the walls, waiting for her next move, waiting for the story to continue.''
