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?))
"You a kop? You haz to tell Futnuk if you'z a kop!" Futnuk's eyes dart around. "How you knowz Futnuk iz kommin'?" Futnuk reaches for a blade, then pauses when he sees the old woman's reaction.
Replacing his furtive glances with a disarming smile, the goblin instead pulls a mould-covered cigarette from a pocket and lights it with a match struck off his own nose. He stretches his limbs and rests his bulbous backside on the cushion. "Sorry. Wuz up all nite eating flowers. Futnuk's a litul on edge. That iz Futnuk's story; to bekome real doktor. Futnuk kome to swamp for good-good ingreedyants."
