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?))
Example:
A sigh of hesitation leaves his helmet, then he lets his glance, seeking the deteriorate and dirty tent he had entered before sitting on the designated cushion with precaution. He started, “Where are my manners”, before removing his helmet and putting it on his knee while holding it with his right arm. It revealed a human and noble face despite the imposing plate armour. You could notice scars marking his face. While straightening up, he continued, “It is a pleasure to be here and to be counting my tale. As you are aware, I am Edrin Swordhart the fallen knight of the dead majesty Kron the ancient. I did ascend to this place after my kingdom that I was safeguarding, fall through the attack of the enemies.”. He took a long and sad breath before continuing, “I was unable to defend it due to a raid I was enlisted to lead at the time of the attack. It was a true slaughter.”. He clenches his fist and with a scornful voice he followed, “I am a shame for my king who has been, him and his spouse and offspring, tortured to death!”. It took a moment before he calmed down and continued his story due to the grudge and frustration of being unable to do his duty, he accumulated. “I tried to avenge my kingdom, yet the foe caught me by surprise before throwing me into the sea. The sea carried me into this world, and I made all my way up to this city where I talked to a merchant who, impressed by my tale, suggested me to discuss with you about my story. However, I am still carrying the armor and the double-handed sword offered by my majesty, despite my threat, since there are my only means of defense and objects tied to my past. Now I am seeking a new goal as a new soul in this world to repent to my mistakes in the past.”. He stopped, get up from the sofa and put a knee on the ground while leaning and lowering down his sight, face to the ground before finishing his sentence, “And I hope you will guide me, my dearest damsel.”
