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:
''Why Certainly!'' i respond as i sit down on the cushion ''to begin, the name is Sereg Lanthir.'' i cross my legs looking a bit around the tent before focussing back on the old hag. ''oh yes my story!'' i chuckle a bit ''where to begin?....'' i clear my throat ''well i Sereg Lanthir! Have been disowned by my family!'' i wipe a tear away ''my grandmother said she found me unworthy of the family name due to me not being interested in the studies my family intended for me.'' i mumble ''who wants to be a tailor anyway...'' i adjust myself clearly being a bit uncomfortable regarding this subject ''but anyway due to this choice of not abiding my families tradition i was disowned and kicked out of my family's estate. and thus began wandering the lands and eventually ended up in this tent with you my lady.'' i smile kindly to the old lady
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