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?))
"Aaahhh... im..." i went blank for a moment, she's still watching me... But then i remember why i'm here... so i breathe... "Im Pan Godwin son of Andon Godiwn, my mother die when i was little... honestly i dont remember much of her, but my dad, he was there for me, since he was younger he loves to bake bread so when he grow up he finaly achive his dream making his own bakery, thats where i spend my whole life, playing with the powder, eating bread, i know it wasnt perfect but it was nice you know... dad and me against the world, he allways told me about stories of this place where you can make the perfect bread and how were gonna travel, find it and making that bread but... years past, we grow up and the dream slowly fade away from us... time past, i fall in love with the bakery too, i take the family buisness, it was nice... until he..." slowly put my head down... my eyes start to fill with tears... "he passed away... it was... i... i falled apart... he was everything... and now... i... got nothing... But then i remember his dream and all the stories and thats how i decide something" i wiped my eyes and looked up "Im gonna find the place and make the best bread ever and do what he couldn't do. So tell me how can i get to the island next to Bailan"
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