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?))
With some small examination of her surroundings, she sits on the cushion, allowing herself a moment of relaxation amidst this seemingly hostile environment. "Well.. Not much to say on that part, Unfortunately." She smiles a bit, still occasionally glancing around at the smallest of sounds. "I was originally from the North, a very wild area if you aren't careful. Lived with my parents for a good few years, But they didn't want to take care of me after a while."
She allows herself to relax on the cushion more, her shoulders dropping down. "I don't remember why they gave me to orphanages, but I was brought there anyways. Interacting with the rest of my new family as a newcomer was.. certainly an adjustment era, I'll say that much. I was let go after I got old enough, but that place filled my head with a few dreams."
She chuckles a bit, a small smile plastered on her face. "A warriors dream. I don't know if it came with me, or if it grew from the people around me, but I wanted to take up arms. To wield a blade, fight for a cause.. Something I missed out on."
"But.. That's all there is to know about me. Now.." She looks at the old woman, seemingly put in a good mood. "What about you? What story do you have?"
