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?))
"You have been waiting...? For me?" Aster asked, stunned. The cool air, from non-airtight windows, making her red hair flow lightly. "I-I mean I am not really an interesting person... How do you know me?" The young woman continued quickly, too quickly for the old hag to respond. "My story is quite ordinary, not something you would want to hear about."
"Oh, my dear, every story is inimitable. I do not believe yours is not." The old woman exclaimed, her raspy voice echo quietly through the cabin. Aster looks at her and finally sit on the cushion, resting her legs after the long journey.
"Well... I am from small family. It was only me and my parents. It was because.. they are not with me anymore. They were some kind of nobles, but I never felt that title in our lives. They were struggling, borrowed money constantly but never got to pay their depts fairly. They made enemies and got killed nearly a year ago... I did not have bad childhood, nor felt like we were below or higher than anyone. Maybe because we lived in small town, or maybe because I was a child. I do not know... All I know is that I want to start fresh, away from the melancholic times and people who think they can take the law in their own hands. Do you know where in a good place to start fresh?" Aster asked. She was feeling miserable thinking about her parents. She loved them but they shouldnt made such mistakes, it cost them their lives. She hid her face in her hands. "May I stay here for the night?"
