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?))
*Taeali Looks around cautiously as he enters but doesn't sit yet* "You've been expecting me? Are you a mind reader of some sorts?" *Taeali sits down, now visibly less cautious* "Well wise one, if you've been expecting me then you must know part of my story already no? But I guess that's besides the point... I'm not here by choice unless fate has dragged me around once again for a reason." *Taeali gives a heavy sigh through his mask* "I was on my way to Nevaehlen to train to become a Greenblade, or at least a Gladeguard... but it seems I've gotten lost haha... But my goal remains the same. My father wants me to train in The Vale, so I must reach it." *Taeali shakes his head a little* "Can you tell me where we are? Or which way to go to reach The Vale?"
