livesupergirl

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.” "You were?" Brooke asked quizzically, carefully sitting down on the edge of the cushion, taking care to not sit on her cape that trailed behind her. "I fear I do not have a particularly interesting story. I am just somebody who is looking for a place to settle down, and live peacefully." She answered causally, brushing hair back behind her ears.

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?)) "Oh, sure," Brooke replied softly with slight hesitation. She moves and sits down, moving her cloak back and sitting on the edge of her seat in case of need for a fight. She had her long white cloak hiding her sword and providing warmth when needed, and protection from the sun. "how did you know to expect me?" She asks cautiously, brushing stray hairs out of her face. "I'm nobody special. just a traveler," she added vaguely.