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?))
Mercy wordlessly stumbles to the chair the crone motioned to, scanning the room taking specific interest in the candles floating above. She contemplates a moment looking down at her hands then back up to the lady slightly unnerved. "I'm mercy and i don't have much in the way of a story, nothing grand or interesting but what i do have is a fascination in what you do. I would like to learn your ways crone in hopes it may help me as I venture through these lands learning and documenting more of it. This world is connected i know you can feel it. I think its about time it feels more that way dont'cha think?" mercy smiles wide at the old lady hoping to get though to her.
