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?))
Lyko studies the hag, they have been walking through the swamp for so long that their shoes have their own ecosystem developing. The air is damp but at least it was out of the rain. Lyko sighed. It has been a few months since Asterwell disappeared and they were ejected from the Shop. This still was not their home of Verron. Possible timelines and vast multiverses still confounded them. The hag waited patiently. "I guess, I have time for a story." But what to tell? Lyko had to think of something. Should they tell the story of how they were kidnapped by Iden? Or what about the time they met Asterwell? Or even how they stopped Null from infecting a magical shop that could bend realities? They have been through a lot. It was overwhelming.
The hag seemed to notice their hesitation, "Come now dearie, I've expected you. Dry up and we can start at what brings you here..." The grin set all levels of alarm in Lyko's mind. "Need not worry, I don't always eat the new ones." she cackled and gave Lyko a towel
"Sorry, was it obvious?" Lyko accepted the towel, "I wanted to be a journalist and found myself whisked away trying to get back home."
"Home is just what you make of it dear."
"I'm starting to think that. I wasn't the greatest at he agency, since my travels..." they paused, gripping the crystal they carry, "I meet wonderous people and learned that I have some magical time manipulation powers, limited as they are, and learned that I want to help my friends. I'm looking for a wisp named Asterwell, I doubt you have seen him. Since I have been here my glasses don't seem to work. making everything I do on a whim until I get more information."
"What do they do?" The hag was grinning and unblinking. She was unnerving. Lyko swallowed and continued.
"Right, I always forget that I have been sent back in time or somewhere the technology hasn't caught up. My glasses are able to translate language, play music, record moments, and how I could have done my job as a journalist. Now i''m stuck with a ledger."
"Seems that you have some potential and many tales to tell, tell me more..."
