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?))
Mani sighs as he hilts his curved dagger and sits down in the gestured cushion. "I...Thank you. I'm glad that world has some kindness left." He replies, giving her a slight smile before explaining his story. "It was the Ilbes war. I was drafted , sent in to fight against my will..." Mani balls his hand into fists before exhaling, his voice low and thick of emotion. "I fought for what felt eons, and I saw the errors of the world, so once the war ended...I feld. I went on to live MY way. I became a lone wolf, and my guide is the Man in the Moon..."
