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.”
"It is nice to hear some welcoming words, the world have been cruel lately" As a short silence falls, enjoying the feeling of safety for tonight that this towns brings along. "Some Halflings took me under their wing when I was just a child. That is one of the reasons I can enjoy being isolated with my thoughts. It gives me time to think what to do next, where to go, what to bring, who to meet." -Mathias's eyes tear up- "You know, I miss my parents, I have not seen them since I was 4. They had to leave me behind because they met the wrong people at the wrong time..." " It was nice talking to you, haven't seen a lot of people I could talk to these days, bye" - I stand up and walk outside the tent, gazing in the light that the stars bring tonight. "It is time to move on, make new stories..."
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