Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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.”
Yvonne humbly smiled at the old hag and sat per her instructions cozying up inside of the cushion, "My story?" she sighed, closing her eyes for a brief moment reminiscing on her youth. "I come from a village, far far away..." she paused for a moment, looking down at her hands grabbing her dress tensely, "For a long time I feel, I had to conform to the standards of what the village wanted me to be, I felt like an outcast." Yvonne looked up at the old hag with sincere eyes--"I wanted to find happiness but that didn't agree with what my village wanted me to be so, I started rebelling and acting out and village higher ups took notice of my reckless behavior and I was chased out." Yvonne scoffed at the memory, "I was on my own...in the wilderness for a long time, starving, fighting for food barely making it alive " Yvonne chuckled at her own struggle--"but now I've been searching to find refuge in a community and assimilate in a more accepting place, that's how I've ended up here, my story isn't long, I've yet to even start it." she said humbly. "I hope to start my real story here."
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