deepstaria

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?)) Ozlar hesitates for a moment before sitting down, and responds unsurely: "I am out exploring." He then takes a deep breath and continues: "I come from the Horde of Many Tribes. I am aspiring to begin training in shamanism to become a witch doctor." He adjusts himself in his seat to face the old hag, and leans in a bit with some new found confidence. Ozlar asks in a hushed tone: "I have to ask, what have you heard of me? Should I trust you with more details of my story? Who even are you?"