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.”
*Luna ducks into the tent, her soft blue gaze drifting towards the hag as she spoke, a smile forming on her lips.* "there isn't much to tell admittedly, I lost my memories a few years ago, some kind canonist fellows scooped me out of the ocean and saved my life. Ever sense then I have been dedicating my life to learning about their faith, I do think it to be some manner of miracle that out of all the ocean I could have washed up upon. I washed up in a place where that kind couple found me and nurtured me back to health as if I was there own daughter. So unless you wish to hear the stories of my studies into the canonist faith, or my desire to be a squire to a knight, I am afraid there isnt much to tell" *Luna covers her mouth, offering a tender chuckle as she awaited the hags response*
