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?))
''Hello, have we met before?'' *Zāl said while walking towards her and taking a seat on the chair she gestured too.* ''Well, I've been traveling quite a lot recently. I come from the north and traveled here because of a quest. I'm looking for a certain individual, my dad. His name is Pax, son of Pyeèr.'' *They paused, thinking if they should tell this stranger, but decided to go with. The more people knew that they were trying to find him, the better.* ''He did some bad things, including leaving my mother with 11 year old me. She had to raise me all on her own, while dealing with the gossip behind her back about who the father was. It also didn't help I looked like a high elf. So now, I'm tracking him down to make him pay his debt.''
