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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.”

(I respond)

Carter looks around a bit further eyeballing the old hag. not quite sure how she could have recognized me, wondering what she possibly might "have up her sleeve's". He leans into the tent, hand clenching the blade he has hidden under my vest. graciously slowly trudging over, he begins setting himself down on the cushion. he'd say. "Expecting me? my dear women, this is but the first of many great encounters that I dare recollect of the two of us meeting? tell me, what could you possibly expect from us meeting in such a precarious position?" he would gesture to her, with his other hand open towards her. awaiting the response to his question in kind. from the interior. He possibly might expect her of Witchcraft, which has his whole entire state of being on guard and in a state of caution. but he dares not act on account of her frail appearance.

after waiting a minute, he would relax seeing no threat. and he graciously begin telling her his journey to these distant lands. he says, "I grew up in a city, far from here. a small simple village just on the outskirts of the known world. the village was small and hardly worth anything putting on the map. but we had a name for it. Farathlion. the farthest point of civilization. my parents were craftsmen. I spent my life apprenticing the trade they taught me. mostly carpentry and woodwork. it was a nice life, even had my eyes set on one of the local women of the village. it was peaceful." recollecting a smile would nearly draw up on his face, but his face soon would turn to a grimace. and a slight hint of fear. he then recalls, "But then a night came. and these creatures attacked. vicious humanoid beings, with black capes, and red eyes, and sharp teeth, they began latching onto our people, attacking and slaughtering our town watch with their bare hands. they moved so fast, so sporadic, it was unrecognizable. neither orc nor undead. were so fast or precise. somehow in a struggle with one myself. I managed to survive. but the pain in my neck and the back of my mind from the attack lingers. and I dare try not to think of it further..." He would say rubbing the side of his neck and wincing. Finally, he States, "Afterwards, I began to wander to more known territory. I seek to make a new life. and living. amongst those in the old world. for the new one my family lived in. may as well be a doomed fate."