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?))
"I am CaLTzA. The son of a blacksmith who died in a bandit raid. He passed down to me the art of blacksmithing, but also tought me how to handle a sword. I am not afraid to face new challanges, nor to learn a new job. My hunger for knowledge knows no limits. My path lead me to this town. I've come from far and endured a great deal on the way here." the pain can be seen in his humble, yet fiery eyes. "For long I have traveled and desired to know what destiny lies ahead. Is there hope to find a place to put the foundations of a village of my own? What can you tell me about my future?" wishing to know what the future has enstored, he took a step closer to the old woman showing his desire by asking about his destiny.
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