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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?))

"uh hi", ava said with a slight stutter, because she was a bit nervous. she wanted to ask how she knew who she was, but she shrugged it off and continue to tell her story, "I  am but a poor traveler, I come to see if I can make a few dimes, buy some food and leave. My passion is building, I have always wanted to be an arcitect. I know that may not sound like the type of job that will change the world or some thing but that's what I need to do" Ava smirks with a firery passion. "Honestly I don't remember much of my childhood weather its because of trauma or just unimportance I know my mission is to build. I was kicked at of the house by my parents, they said, "We don't need more mouths to feed" I left, I didn't even have time to pack my things. I've just been wondereding from town to town doing odd jobs for money, and I wound up here"