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've... been expecting me?" His right eyebrow lifted slightly in confusion followed by a hint of curiosity shown by the darting of his eyes. He glances around the tent then back towards the woman before speaking again. "Well.. My name is Renryr, from the Orsos clan. I came to this town in look for some work and board for a while until this little hut caught my eye. You see, I hail from a village near Azuras, I slowly started to become a wanderer when I felt myself too... what's the word... stuck. We aren't a big clan, but every day we do the same thing! Feed the animals, clean the garden, water the crops, go to bed and do it all over again. I wanted to wander because I want to know what out there." He began pacing the room slightly side to side. "I want to know what it's like not knowing what tomorrow holds for you, I want to meet new people, travel the world, discover myself. I just wish I didn't have to leave home to do this but, I can't turn back, not any time soon at least... He wouldn't allow it." He quickly sat on the cushion and placed his hands together on his lap as he simply stares back towards the woman, his gaze avoided hers for a while before looking again. "Was that too much...?"
