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?))
Gunnar hesitated at the tent's entrance, the smell of rot and moss reminded him of the flooded streets and fields back home. When the hag spoke "What brings you here?" His body stiffened and he was to afraid to leave.
Gunnar frowned, unease settling in his stomach. He stepped forward anyway, boots making a squishing sound from the damp tent and lowered himself onto the cushion with careful slowness.
He cleared his throat hands resting on his knees. "I don't know how you could expecting a man like me." He said low and rough. "I'm no hero, no lord just a worker from the Heartlands."
At her gesture in "Tell me your story." Gunnar exhaled. "My land is gone, drowned, destroyed" quieter now. "The swamp crept in where wheat once grew. My folks left or died. I followed the road because i had no reason to stay. How could you possibly been expecting me?"
