Melin

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?)) "Right, of course..." awkwardly sitting down as his eyes wander around the cramped tent as he speaks "Well ye see I was lookin' to build a tavern. 'Eard I could learn to brew round 'ere, but..." he pauses sitting up more straight and looks firmly to the hag "I may 'ave got the wrong place, could ye point me the right way?"