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.”
Nyra: *she sits down and smooths her dress a bit.* "Good evening Madame, i'm Nyra. I came with my father an mother here into this new Land and traveled a bit on my own to get to know the country a little bit better. On my way i stumbled apon your tent. It loogs a bit shady, i hope i didnt ran into somethin where i not belong?" *she chuckles a bit and leans back a little.*
