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?))
She sinks slowly into the soft cushion as she sets her bow and bag down gently as not to damage them. "My name is Renna and I hail from the Isle of Nevaehlen, where I was taught the way of the woodworker and hunter. I've set out from my homeland in search of something new..." She trails off slowly as she crosses her gaze over the hags face, focusing on her wrinkles and signs of age. "I am certain you know of which I speak, given the many moons I am sure you have seen." She chuckles lightly plucking the ends of her bow carefully, "I seek to carry out a hunt and find a name for myself, one the Aspects may be proud of, one that does not simply satisfy myself. Instead it should satisfy them, and with their satisfaction, I will be blessed in their eyes and finally be able to call myself a proud follower of Cernnunos." She sighs as she pulls out a medium sized loaf of bread from her pack and offers some to the hag. "Now, what can you tell me about this town?"
