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..-?" she stumbles over her own feet, lost her balance for the moment before she regains it with wobbeling arms and now deep red cheeks. "..You've expected me?" Llyr seems hestiant to follow the invitation for the cushion, so she remains standing like she doesn't belong in this tent. With her hands, Llyr begins brushing out invisible creases in her worn-out clothing. "..I- I.. believe, I dont have much of a meaningfull story, Lady." She takes a slighty shaky breath, before she resumes - "I am just a young Elf, on the search for my family."
