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?))
"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
Tavion would take a deep breath, relieving his nerves before doing a slight nod. "I come from another land in search of prosperity.. warmth.. someplace to call home.." He paused for a brief moment, thinking about whether or not he should tell his past. He then slowly shook his head, continuing on.
"I.. was travelling here with my parents but they.." He paused again, holding back tears. "They.. they couldn't survive.. the journey.." His voice hitched before he then shook his head, trying to reconcile with himself.
"Before dying.. they told me somewhat about you.. and now that I'm here.. I ask for your help.."
He'd crawl off the cushion, then bow his head down to the floor.
"Please guide me in this new life!"
