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?))
As he looked around, he was wondering what had happened to this town when he noticed a tent that emitted a faint light and entered it, where he was greeted by an old woman's words and hesitated. "Do you know who I am?" he said, but there was unease within him. He started telling his story, thinking that both the unease and revealing himself would not lose anything.
"My name is Leon Harper. I was born as the strange only child of a land-owning family. I learned about most things related to farming because we had a farm." He looked around, tried to find a water source because his throat was dry, but he gave up due to the strange feelings the woman had created in him and continued to tell his story.
"When the time for compulsory military service came, I joined the Duke's army and learned to wield a sword."
"After defending the dukedom, a kinsman of the Duke, Leon Barclay, set out to establish a new Barclay Duchy in the Heartlands. Duke Johann Barclay sent me and many soldiers like me there to help establish the new Minitz dukedom."
"Years passed and I became one of the Duke's personal bodyguards. This is all my story, old woman." After finishing his sentence, he looked at the woman with his pale blue eyes and awaited her next action.
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