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?))
Beginning to sweat, Saerid looks around expecting the woman to be addressing another. Upon realizing the hag is speaking to her, she'd nervously take her seat infront of the woman. The hag wafts scents of the well known Phial of Galadriel, ensuring she means no harm nor does she seek it. As Saerid looks around, she notices broken bottles and pieces of wood furniture around the cabin, indicating some struggle; was the hag attacked recently or did she simply live like this? "You were expecting me, how could you have known I'd be here?" Saerid had been lost in the wood for what seemed like weeks now, following the breeze in the sky and the familiar trees she'd grown fond of near her home village. Saerid hears the sound of horses approaching the cabin, and the hag responds. "Theyve been looking for you dear." --
