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?))
*Neil would sit himself down from the beckoning of the old hag before him, a tired rugged face sits now across the table from her as he ponders upon her question, for most of his life it was uneventful heading from town to town on the prospect of a better life. Eventually Neil would begin to speak;* "I don't have much of a story to tell, what more can I say, I'm a modest man moving from town to town, I always try to stay out of trouble get myself an honest drink here and there and Honest work, I always wanted to pick up a blade before but, I always wanted to try since your here, do you mind answering something for me?"
*Neil would lean over towards the old hag, an inquisitive look as he further leaned in and spoke once more;*
"What makes you, so Interested in an old man like me?, I am sure there must be something curious you'd find about me to pull me aside and tell me to sit and talk"
*Neil would patiently wait for a response from the hag before him who now sat there solemn and silent across the table from him* "So tell me, what brought forth this curiosity onto a humble man passing by?
