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?))
Her pair of hazel orbs shifted towards the old hag, eyebrows raised, confused. "Uh... " Feeling that she was being observed, Vyr too couldn't help but to give her best to read the woman. Despite that cautious feeling that screamed internally for her to ignore the old hag, Vyr stood where she was, until she was offered the cushion. Taking up the hag's offer, she planted her butt onto the cushion, firmly she cleared her throat. "Well... It's going to be a long one." Gaining some confidence, she asked. "Perhaps, if I may be so bold, I'd like to learn your name."
