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.”
((How do you respond?))
Charles walks in closing the door behind him "Hello, Ma'am" He walks to the gestured cushion and sits, He starts talking about his story. "It all began when i was 7 years old. I started working at a tavern owned by Sam crooks which is a father figure to me in the slums." He sighs "When i was 13 a local bandits came in for drinks but at the end... They killed everyone there but except me that day..." He tears up by just thinking of those people, He wipes his eyes, He continues the story... "5 years since that incident, I worked on my craft in being a merchant" He plays with a gold coin, He continues speaking... "When i was finally 17 years old, I had massive amount of wealth. I invested in taverns across the land than...." He pause... "in just a year i lost all of it.. Now i live off the streets in the slums at the age of 18 years old..." He kiss the last gold coin in his possession...
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