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?))
Aaru did not sit. Instead she remained standing, her stance casual except for the hand on her dagger.
"You've heard of me eh?" Aaru said, keeping the tone light and calm. But despite her tone, beneath her mask her eyes were calculating and sceptical, analysing every inch of the old hag before her; analysing for possible threats and dangers. "Coming from you.. dunno if that's a good thing." She remarked calmly.
