Diraiga

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You 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 turn to them hesitant at first. "My story? Not much to it. It has only begun. I am on a journey to learn, I am young and from the Kingdom of Balian. Farfolk I am, I seek knowledge." I bring out an old tattered notebook damaged from travels with barely any pages left. "I am looking to learn more about alchemy. My father taught me to read at a young age and I am curious. Coming from a lowborn family, I hope to make something of myself in pursuit of knowledge. Who knows where the roads may take me." I say with great excitement before asking the old hag. "Do you mind if I sit for a while? I have a long journey ahead for me?"