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?))
Sora looked at the woman with a blank expression, confusion, and curiosity took over her mind. "M-My story?" She staggered, stepping into the tent and allowing herself to move closer, until her knees were met with the cushion's fabric. It was clear that she was nervous, "T-There is not a lot to know about m-my s-story..." A long pause, it seemed like she was thinking. "A-Although, I am here because... I want something different for myself. I-I want to be able to be- better." She looked down, her hair fell just a bit in front of her face, hands on her knees. "I-I want a change... That is why I'm here." With those last few words, her chin lifted and her eyes stared right into the women in front of her, determined. "I was hoping, someone could possibly help..."
