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 expecting... me?" The air shifts, thickening with anticipation. She slowly sits down on the cushion, face to face with the crone. "I am merely looking for a new place to call home. I have been wandering for weeks, trying to make sense of everything. You see, my town has been pillaged and burned to the ground. We couldn't fend off the bandits, for our numbers have dwindled after the plague. All I have left to my name are the belongings on my very back. I do not seek riches or fame, I just want to find my own place. To build a great sanctuary where I can call home and be an oasis for others who have experienced loss like me."
The woman eyes me curiously and quietly, then offers me a drink.
