Wode

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?)) "Well to start with I'd like to circle back a little; to your first question. Dingy town? I love this town! I've been dreaming of coming to this town since I was old enough TO dream". Pozzo settles himself down on a cushion in front of the lady. "A pint for myself, and a pint for yourself while you're at it." The hag tilts her head. "I don't.." Pozzo nearly screeches in disbelief, interrupting the thought before she can even finish it. "You don't drink?! Dip me in mud and call me a trotter, I've seen it all now." The hag is visibly annoyed, and continues. "I don't... I don't believe you know where you are." "And I don't believe that you believe I'm not currently unaware of exactly where I may, or may not, be." "You're a strange little one. What brings you to this town." "Pints, usually. Or business. Business brought me here today." "Ah, so you will tell me your story?" "Yes." "Good. Continue." "I would like to purchase a pint."