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?))
"How did you know I was coming to see you?" she'd ask the old hag. An uneasy feeling comes over her and she begin to question why she even came in the first place and if she should flee now. But she decides to remain calm and stay focused on her mission. "I haven't seen you from the horde, how do you know of me" She'd question, her hand rests firmly on the hilt of her dagger "I come from the south desert of the horde, I spent my early days following my mother who was a merchant traveling from town to town. My mother unfortunately left me on the door steps of Cerulia, to never be seen again" She'd sigh "Now a days i spend my time travelling as a merchant as my mother did, and trying my hardest to rediscover Maehr culture that I missed out on while growing up"
