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?))
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Kaelen lingers in the doorway, letting the candlelight stretch his shadow long across the tent. His voice cuts through the silence, steady and sharp. "If you truly know me, then you know my story isn't for your ears. I didnt come here to trade secrets or entertain riddles. I came because something darker pulled me here, and i've learned never to ignore such calls". He finally steps forward, the weight of his boots heavy against the rotting floorboards. His gaze locks on the had, cold and expresionless. "I've buried too much in the past to share freely. Names, places, faces that are better left forgotten. All you need to know is that i walk where others wont, and i survive where others fall. The rest.. dies with me". He pauses, lowering himself into the cushion at last, His voice dropping lower. "So here i am tell me what it is you claim to know of me, and why should i care to listen?"
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