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?))
Vierala aimlessly blinks for a moment, her head turns from side to side as if looking for someone else. She locks eyes with the old lady and gently pats her chest with her hand. "Are you asking me? Oh I'm sorry but I'm afraid you'll be awfully disappointed." She lets a small laugh escape, and quickly clears her throat. "I'm just a simple explorer searching for her place in the world. I've been journeying from town to town, mapping out the wilderness and taking notes on the people I meet. I can show you!" Vierala holds up a finger to the old lady as she turns to rifle through the bag at her hip. Eventually she pulls out a journal and quickly flips it open to find a page she likes. She pushes the open book forward, showing a simple charcoal drawing of your average brook in the woods. Her face brightens "See? I wander from place to place, sketching whatever catches my eye." She flips through pages of her book as she talks, eventually coming to a stop at an empty page. "And this is where I'll start writing about Azuras. Exciting, right?" She smiles and moves to sit down in a corner of the tent. "What if I started with you? Do you mind telling me your story as well?"
