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?))
i sit down in front of her my face hidden behind my mask "You wish for a story?" i nod "Well then old miss i shall give you one my story begins in my hometown whos name is not important there i saw a traveling band of alchemists, while i watched them i was enamored with the idea of alchemy and its fruits" my voice rises into a more cheerful tone "at that time i was younger than i am now i was 17 but i still knew what i wanted, i wanted to become an alchemist but..." my voice takes on a sad tone "The world had other plans as i asked to join they told me i was careless, a fool, uneducated... i didnt let that stop me in fact it drove me even harder, i began my quest for knowledge so i could finally become the best to create a new body for myself, a body beyond this mortal coil one that could run, swim, jump, all better than i can now but when i was nearly complete i failed my success blew up in front of me" i look at her "Now im on a new quest to find one like myself to help me in that quest to make a new body an anthroparion body" i look up at her for any scorn and upon seeing none smile beneath my mask "if that is all you wished for old miss than i shall take my leave."
