Ronchiporc

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?)) I carefully lower myself onto the cushion, keeping my gaze locked on the creatuure's eyes. “I’ve come searching for answers." he stated, adjusting his posture. "There’s something strange beneath this swamp, something that doesn’t belong" he paused briefly, licking his lips "it’s unnatural." he looked straight at her eyes, awaiting a response as he slowly pushed his hand towards the pommel of his blade, resting it there.