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 meet her gaze. As I begin to work up a response, I am overcome by a knowing of this mysterious woman. Words do not come out of my mouth. I am stuck, fixated on her eyes. I cannot describe them, they have no colour, yet they are deeply striking. I am stuck staring into them, its like she's hypnotising me..
