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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?))
 

"My story starts in a small village 7 moons of travel from here, I lived in a family of farmers, for all my life I helped in the fields, helped my father in the woods to hunt and cut trees, but.. that wasnt my place" -leans back on his chair before continuing "at night, I always trainined my self with a stick, dreaming of becomeing a warrior one day,  hiting the tree outside my house constantly thinking he would have yielded, but it never did, exactly 6 months ago, a man dressed in a long cape, asked for some food knocking at our door, we let him in, and thats when I notices, a brigh shiny sword, out of exitment, I asked if he was a warrior, I knight! even, but the man replied with a cold and piercing no" -he shaked his head before continuing- "I found out that day while talking to him that he was just a mercenary, getting payed from time to time by people to help them, I didnt know what I thought, I didnt know what I did, but I immediatly asked him if he could train me, in fighting, and so he accepted" "and now after six months from that encounter, i started traveling the country searching for a moment and place where I could show my valor" -smiles- "and thats about it, My name Is Arno Blackwaters , and you are?"