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?))
Hyrial hesitates before stepping closer, the glow of the candles reflecting off his bright blue eyes. He sits slowly.
“My story isn’t much to brag about… but it’s taken me farther than I ever meant to travel. I’m here because I need answers—and I heard this is where people find them.”
