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?" I ask, confused. I sit on the cushion she gestured to. After taking a moment to think, I shrug before speaking. "My name is Geralt. I am a man of lowly birth, son to a seamstress and a gaurdsman. My childhood was simple, but pleasant. Once I became of age I set out for a career of my own and took up the mantle of guardsman, as my father before me. I have been relocated and seem to have lost my way. Perhaps you could help me?"
