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?))
"[haisen smiles softly at the hospitality] "thank you." he says placing his bag on the floor as he sits upon the cushion. "lets see... my story" he says scratching the side of his head "I guess that depends on where I start. my family lived a caravans lifestyle, moving from place to place, my mother was good with people, and my father knew his way around a sword. they made and fine team, running routes around the empire of man, making just enough coin for us to stay fed. however, I lost my father in a bandit attack. I tried to pick up where he left off, but by the time my skill with a sword grew to satisfactory, my mother passed from sickness. now I move from place to place, seeking work, anything that will pay a little coin, or a fine ale."
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