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?))
"Hello there," I said, the air thick and heavy. "I am here because I am travelling to the close-by town of Peteronion," I said, my voice confident and proud. "You don't even bother to stay the night." The woman screamed, "GET OUT OF MY TOWN, YOU DISRESPECTFUL MAN." This reminded Alexander of his past, where, with his brother Jebediah, they entered an old house and were attacked by an old woman similar to the woman in front of him. They were merely training blacksmithing when they had seen the place; it looked mysterious, so they decided to enter. Then he was pulled out of the trance after being screamed at by the woman once more. He ran away, making sure he had all his equipment and supplies, continuing on his quest. The terrain was harsh and the weather worse; he travelled for miles and miles before he reached another settlement. Before he could get there, a gust of wind hit, making him roll down the hill he was on. He knew his journey would not be as easy as it had seemed
