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.”
He hesitantly walks over to sit down next to her. "Well, there isn't really much to tell. You see, I'm both of a runaway and a traveler. I've always wanted to see the world for myself, but since my parents were strict, they wouldn't let me. So, one night when I was 17 I snuck out and went as far away from there as possible." I rubbed the back of my head nervously, not knowing what else to say.
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