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.”
Luzkiile's eyes dart around the tent before maneuvering herself onto the relatively small chair. The chair groaned, almost painfully so, with the added weight. The woman huffed as she looked down upon the hag. "Don peep why not." She grunted. "Mi from a lil' goi offa da coast. Just moved round 'ere tuh peep new tings, klomp new schtuff. maebee evin git flatted." The woman cleared her throat, a gross, gutteral grunt. "That'id be nisch.."
Luzkiile continued glancing around her surroundings rapidly. She spoke calmly yet something clearly bothered the woman. Something familiar came bubbling to the surface. "Lat'd make a bad klompin. be ovah in a bloodi second" Lutzkille felt that need- that urge again, and barely was able to dash out of the tent without sating if with that hag. Hopefully she'd find a rabbit or some animal before someone else crossed her path.
