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.”
Wistara's nose scrunched up at the stench that hit his senses! They'd truly never smelled anything so horrid as this, surely - but it was only a moment more of suffering before listless eyes trailed to the hag, temporarily distracted from the poor upkeep of the town. "Ah?" He sniffed!- bad decision, really - and quickly regretted it as he schooled his expression to something a little more pleasant. ". . I hadn't known someone was set to welcome me here." And in contrast to his rather aloof tone, they offered a quick but awkward smile. "I suppose - well if you insist and could assist me in my journey really - I'm off to acquire some supplies- and people! - to help me scour these lands for something truly interesting! .." The voice that had grown progressively high-pitched, almost close to comically squealing, fell back into something more neutral as soon as he'd caught hold of his own behaviour .. cough.. uhmm!!
They made a motion as if to slide down and sit before the hag, but a cursory glance at the ground quickly caused them to soon abort that attempt, continuing to stand instead and try not to think about how the ground squished under his feet .. Even with the clear lack of understanding in his naive gaze and surely not an ounce of caution towards any strange old hag surrounded by magic of sorts, the energy thrumming through each step and bulging coin purse clearly visible in his pocket announced a true commitment towards whatever mission they'd set himself on.
