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?))
The man would tilt his head and raise a brow as he gandered at the old hag. The thought of her offer rolled around in his head. Were she a witch she could cast a sinister curse, and torture his soul for an eternity, but the smell of sage and candles was far more pleasant than the air of this rotten bog-town. To hell with the foul stench.
"Sorry, Miss. I thought this was an angler's tent." The man took off his boots and laid them nicely by the mouth of the tent. He'd sit himself cross legged upon the cushion. He'd scratch his 5'oclock shadow and take a deep inhale through his nose.
"Well now, there ain't much to say really. I grew up to a stern father and a gentile mother who taught me how to work. I did my chores fine until they died and left my brother with all of the inheritance. Me though- I was left with my father's sword. That was dandy until my brother sold the farm, and I needed to move." He'd clear his throat. "Now I don't know much about using a sword worth a fiddle- excuse the language miss- I couldn't kill a crow with it much less a man; so it was real easy for a nasty gang of highwaymen to clobber me over the head, and take just about everything I had. They left me for dead."
He'd stretch his arm across his body, and an audible pop could be heard from his shoulder. "Oof- now, I survived that little ordeal and marched myself to whatever town I could find. Signed myself up as a trolley-man, and fished for a livin'. I ended up meeting myself a nice girl, a decent place to live, and a tavern I could drown what woes I had. Life couldn't be better 'til that lady broke my heart. Shattered it I tell you. She left town to go visit her mother, and was shot dead- through the heart- , by a mangy goblin."
The man sniffed sharply through his nose. "I had to leave that place. I packed what I could carry in my pockets, and left. I figured I'd try and find my brother, and see what he made of himself with father's money."
The man rolled his hand through his hair and pulled it back. "Which seems to have led me here."
He exhaled deeply through his nose. "Now... Is this the part where you put my soul in a doll and shake it for fun?"
