cronapraadette

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 hesitated to reply to the old hag. He looks off into the distance and says, " I'm currently on a adventure of self-discovery." with a firm tone. The old hag asks me about the stone on my neck. " Oh you mean this? It was given to me before my mother and father were slaughtered in front of me." The old hag wipes her eyes in pity for me. We speak for 3 hours and I look at the sun as its setting. "Looks like it's time to go" , I say. " Thank you for the great talk miss." She replies, " No problem sonny!", as she waves me off.