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.”
"Hi um, I came here to train and become the strongest and make a legacy!"
"But first of all, How do you know me!?" "Never mind, you asked for my story here it is."
"I was born in a town far far away from here named Norland, my parents were very strong Highlanders and that is why I have trained my hole life to get here and start my legacy!"
The hags thinks for a second then says "I see, i will send you to a near by town were my brother is. There he shall train you and make sure you are ready from your journey."
I think for a second wondering if I should trust the hag. "Fine, I will go."
"Good Good" the hags says "Then shall we go at once."
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