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?))
"Who are you.. and where am I?" She looks around confused, Noor was concerned. She sat herself down. "Please help me leave. I am not from these lands. I come from a mountain painted with snow and ice.. And I need your help to find him. To find my brother. I've lost him a long time ago, and I do not remember anything other than myself, and him. What's wrong with me old sage? Why can't I remember his face? His voice? Why is it that I know nothing of my kin, and barely anything of myself.. Who am I?" Noor looks down, placing her head in her hands and stares down at the ground underneath her, a tear leaves a mark as it runs down her face. She wipes it off as she looks back up and retains her composure before anything becomes more "dramatic" than it is. "What is the year old sage? And who are you?" Noor stands up and rests her hand on the hilt of her sword. A stern look plastered on her face whilst waiting for an awnser. She steps closer looking down at the woman, unsheathing her sword.
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