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, well, I'm just passing through, I'm looking for scraps no one may need... Do you have any?" I glance past the old crone looking to see if they have any scraps they may give. As the light darkens with anxiety I stand up abruptly and say "I'm s-sorry for bothering you I will get going." I exit the tent while muttering.
