Festive Fate

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?)) "Hey, thanks for having me." Inku vierto scans the tent and lays his blade on the ground next to the cushion. "My name is Inku Vierto, and I hail from a far land. My father was a knight-" His gaze veers off. "He was framed. Our family was to be punished, but I got away." Inku's eyes meet the woman's again. "I've been travelling to learn more about healing magic. I seek a teacher."