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?))
"ah, thank you" she dips her head respectfully as she sits down. "well, my story could sound quite boring I should warn you. I was born in an average family, with average parents and an average income. Nothing special really. I'd always liked going into the forest for long hours and has time passed it felt like my world expended with it. So when I finished my training as black smith with my uncle I packed my things and left. To see the world." her eyes were shining as she recalled the events "soon I returned to my family, whom I dearly missed during my travels." she paused her gaze falling to the ground for a moment "when I returned..." she continued "I was shocked with the news of my younger brother passing. He'd only reached his 118 years old (about 16 in human age). It's true his heart had its weakness but I had make sure he would be fine before I left. Something felt off... It all has since that day" she ended her responce here.
