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?))
He made himself comfortable on the cushion and said.
“You say you’ve been expecting me,” he said in a prideful tone, each word chosen with care. “Then you may know more of me than I do myself.”
His gaze became distant for a moment
“I remember my name—Athar,” he continued, “And forests, rivers and mountains, but not their names, and never clearly... and every time I try to hold on to those memories they slip away..."
"I decided to let them go..." He shifted his eyes towards the flickering candles and continued, "... for now"
Silence lingered for just a moment, melancholy in his eyes replaced with resolution. He spoke again.
"For now, I seek a thing which would stir something within me - a calling or a place worthy of making a home, or perhaps something else entirely."
He once again shifted his gaze, this time towards the hag. His expression changed to a slightly softer one, and his tone shifted from pride to curiosity.
"So tell me, why are you expecting me, and do you know me?"
