ashystoobid

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?)) "I'm just a simple guy, living his simple life. I came here for work, but I guess my reputation precedes me." John didn't necessarily like that fact. He sat down on the cushion and thought of how to tell his story. "I'd prefer if I didn't get into the details of why I'm here but... I'm from a family of hard working carpenters: My city was always thankful for their work, which helped keep the wooden walls in check and kept a roof over everyone's heads. But my father got old and tripped and fell, and apparently he had gambling debts that took the business me and him both ran. I decided to head out on my own with my skills, trying to make my way in the world as a freelance carpenter. So that being said... Got any leaky roofs that need fixing?" He stood there with bated breath and hoped that the old hag took his words at face value. A small bead of sweat dripped down his cheek, but it was probably just the humidity of the swamp town. Probably.