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?))
Raven eyed the hag suspiciously for a moment before sitting on the cushion. She was wary of trusting a stranger with such information, but decided she could use this opportunity to vent some of her frustrations. "I grew up hunting with my parents in the forests surrounding Norland. We were extremely poor, but we were content living that life. My parents taught me all kinds of skills relating to the outdoors and how to survive in such an environment." Raven's face changed to a pained expression for a moment before returning to normal and clearing her throat. "When I was 14 I returned home with my Father to find my Mother's drained corpse lying on the floor. Next to her corpse stood a tall monstrous form barring his fangs at us. My Father tried his best but he was powerless against such a creature." Raven paused for a moment to collect herself. "I heard the screams of my Father as I ran away as fast as I could. Every agonizing second I ran I thought the creature would catch up, but he never followed." Raven cleared her throat. "Apologies I didn't mean to get into that much detail. After that life changing incident I continued to live in the forest on my own, hunting to survive. I swore that one day I would find the creature who took their lives and get my revenge." After a long pause, Raven stood up from the cushion feeling that she had said too much. "Enough talking. You have a creature you want slain, correct?"
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