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?) I could use a break myself thank you,(He sits on the cushion cautiously, weary of the elder lady)I was banished from my hometown and by my parents, How dare there son be interested in dark arts and wanting to learn them, and twisted combat methods in there church, from a young age I was always denied and called the bastard child or the black sheep. Being shunned for not glistening myself with putrid lies, .... 'wait a minute how did you know I was coming?'
