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?))
He sits at the cushion leaving a sigh of exhaustion, he gathers his breath and begins:
"I used to be a guardian, a guardian of the old order" he says with pride "I would infilitrate the enemy ranks and take the necessary actions to stop whatever evil and filth was brewing. It wasn't pretty, but it kept the city sleeping soundly. I did what I had to do and usually that meant using my blade" he shows her the blade in his hand as she notices a finger is missing but says nothing, Nurdroud takes a deep breath like he is holding his emotions"But we were betrayed, we were backstabbed," he said with a low voice. "I spent so long watching the enemy, I didn't think to look over my shoulder. The order got destroyed and i was left with no purpose, now I'm here looking to do good, help people, that's my story, "but it seems that he is hiding something"now what about you old hag how do you know me exactly?" says the young man.
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