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?))
As Damarael steps lightly into the tent, her long navy dress brushing softly against the worn floor. She inclines her head gracefully toward the hag, her voice calm and melodic. “I come seeking knowledge… and perhaps guidance,” she says, her blue eyes steady yet gentle, reflecting both curiosity and respect. She lowers herself onto the cushion, keeping her posture composed, flowers in her hair swaying slightly as she settles. “I have traveled far, drawn by whispers of this place. I mean no harm, only to learn.”
