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?))
Arin pauses at the tent's entrance, rain dripping from the edge of his cloak. His displeased eyes glance at the silence for a moment.
"I am no one worth waiting for. Just a man passing through." moves towards cushion as he speaks.
He tilts his hat towards his face to cover his dull eyes. He draws out a small silver coin, turning it between his fingers.
"I forget faces... voices too. After a while, they all fade within cries of my kin. Every friend, every enemy but there is one thing that remembers."
He gently sets the coin down on the table between them right after he sits. Slowly moves it towards to the old hag. A coin appears to be from an unknown origin.
"Thirteen of them. Each one for a person who I trust or once I trusted... When I can't remember who they were, I still remember what I owed them."
He slightly moves his back upward to look at the old hag's face for the first and the last time.
"Might be the reason I am here to find people who I can entrust these coins"
