You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You 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?))
Example: "Me?" Naexi studies the woman and thinks. "I come as a wanderer, searching for a home to call my own." Naexi pauses. The crone is still listening intently, so she continues. "I hale from Elvenesse, yet now I am far from that enchanted forest. As to my story? My grandfather raised me because my parents died shortly after I was born to an attack by a dragon. Despite his age, he was a seasoned warrior and managed to transfer to me knowledge of how to wield the blade and when it is better your sword to be sheathed. When I grew older, wanderlust drew me away. The yearning to find a purpose."
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