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?))
Aerith sits on the cushion still looking at the woman with a non-confident look, he then speak up. —"I'm Aerith, a mercenary, I come from Cauróst."
He stop talking for a few seconds looking outside of the tent —"I'm looking for money, so I'm here to find jobs"
Aerith looks back at the old lady "I wanted to be a knight when I was a kid but... I wasn't strong enough they didn't wanted to train me, and now I'm a mercenary, seeking for money to eat"
