Larso

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?)) "Well uh..." Darcy looked around before laying their eyes on the person again, he wasn't that comfortable with a stranger immediately coming up to him but here we are. He walked closer and sat down next to the person, not too close but just enough so the other lady. Darcy said silently first as he started fidgeting with his nails. He wasn't really sure how he should tell his story, he wasn't really the social type towards strangers. "I was send here with my sister by out father to continue our studies" Darcy said, keeping his voice low "Especially me... I'm not the best kid between me and my sister... Hell I wasn't even one of the best students in school so so my father just dedicated to make me come here and continue my studies even if I didn't wanted to and I just wanted to hang around and have a job and be with my friends.." He thought for a moment before continuing.. "I mean... I understand the reason I was send here because I was a trouble maker and I was a disappointment to our family even if I didn't cared much about the fact that we were wealthy my father just said he can't have a son who's bringing down the family name so here I am... Not know where and how to continue.."