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?))
"Hmm me?" Lethean points at himself. he squints his eyes to get a look at the person who called to him "How do you know me? well I'm sure you'd be willing to tell me if I tell you a little about me huh?" Lethean taps his finger on his chin pondering what to say then plops down on the cushion. "Well I'm from a small town that I don't even know if its there anymore been quite some time. I've Been exploring always looking for a good story or a beautiful view to draw. I could show you some if you'd like later." he wiggles a bit to settle in more into the cushion "So i told you a little about me how about you say how you know me?"
