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.”
"Well I uh", hesitantly he pauses pondering how much information to reveal. "There really isn't much to tell. I come from a family of skilled bowsmen and hunters and that's something I've always been quite proud of but-", he stops himself realizing once he begins blabbing it can be hard to gauge how much he lets out. He begins again, "But not much more than that".
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