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?))
"I am looking a plant." she sit down, her face shows a surprised expression and asks the old lady "Have we met before miss?" she look at the old lady...old lady says " Yes I met you when you were just a little baby" the old lady breaths " I was a friend of your mother Iris. So tell me your story. Iris" she close her eyes then opens them then says "I grow up on a little farm by the glitter Caves in a town called Crystal Cliffs." she looks away from the old lady and with a light smile says "it was a vary simple time back then. I had lived with my mother and my father but when I turned 12 years old my parents were accused of.... Practicing the dark arts." her eyes fill with tears "I watched my parents have ropes placed on their necks. I watch them fall." her voice saddens and she starts to stutter "the only thing I could hear was... the sound of... their necks breaking and I saw... Their eyes go cold." Tears run down her face "I was alone on the farm by myself... I was the only one there to take care of it..." her Voice hardens "I was cast out by the people who were supposed to care about me..." her Eyes become dark with danger " and now... I want revenge."
