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?))
Robin nods and seats herself upon the cushion, looking toward the lady in silence as she, in her usual folly, fumbled with her words in her head. An awkward minute passed until she finally piped up. "As for what brings me here," she says, "I do guess it'd be none other than our meeting. As for my story, I must ask in advance that you don't fall asleep on me, as it's truly nothing intriguing." She clears her throat, goes over the sequence in her head a couple times, and finally nods to herself once she musters the confidence. "I lived a fairly sheltered life with my father in a village some distance from here, where I merely helped tend to the oven as he'd chat with people who'd come forth to purchase the things he'd bake. I'd go outside, yes, but I wouldn't yet be let much further out than our yard until I finally came of age, when he trusted me enough to let me loose. Navigating society was quite the daunting task for me, and even today, speaking to others is still not my forte. In my desire to hone myself and my social skills, I eventually set out to travel... wherever, really, eager to meet new people and forge relationships whenever possible. I've met some good people since then, and am now looking for a place to start an establishment of my own, similar to my father's, where I could utilize my culinary skills once more and make a name for myself among other folk." After she finishes, she gauges the lady's face for a brief moment, before breaking into a small smile, seeing the lady was still awake... likely implying she had, indeed, had a listener fall asleep on her before. "Thank you, really," she then says, abruptly, "for listening to me. I can't exaggerate how nice it feels to speak to someone who'll listen to a person as meager as I."
