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?))
"Well, my life began as a... actually I don't have to tell you anything." Finn sighed, "I will tell you why I came through."
"I was actually just passing through to get to a snowy village. Re-stock my supplies you know.", Finn adjusted his hat before continuing, "I, am incredibly unlucky though. And half of my journey here has just been attempted attacks."
Finn turns to the door, getting up and preparing to continue his journey. "I appreciate your hospitality though, and I bid you adew-"
he said before slipping on some moss, and in a comical sort of way bounced off a pillar. and was sent flying down the street.
