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?))
Example:
*She'd, give a gentle nod as she sat down, Facing the woman with her arm propped up, holding her chin* "My Story? its rather Boring, but if you must know I am Astafire. Despite my Race and peers who grow colder each generation I seem to be cursed (Not Literally. Just her father claiming so as she was Different.), or that's what my father has told me. I am unable to be cold or cruel despite my others attempts, whether torment or maiming, I would not wish the worst upon thee. Everyone deserves Love and to be Loved by someone, even if the world is against them, I will show mercy and pray they grow to be one historically remembered for their mental change, revolutionizing their ways." *Astafire would turn to the woman with a smile, her eyes glimmering with hope and unbridled Joy, as she adjusted herself in her seat* "Besides all that doom and gloom, how about you miss, you seemed to have been expecting me which means you Know me or have some information on me. Unless you can't tell me- That's fine I do like mysteries, Well, unless it's a murder mystery! those are no fun. *She seems to get distracted, her eyes slowly trailing off as she spotted a small rodent, digging into her bag to offer it some bread chunks* "Ohh.. Cmere little guy... Have a snackies"
