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?))
"My name is Bernard" He said as he sat down. "I came here to learn magic! My grandfather was a mage but I didn't know him that well. I only remember meeting him a couple of times because he had to leave the country when I was 5 years old, even so he had made a giant impact on my life." He continued reminscing about his past. "I want to become a mage because I want to help people with magic and live up to my grandfathers legacy. I want to invent something new, leave my mark on the world and become a powerful wizard!" He proclaimed with a smile. "That is why I came here."
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