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?))
Akorra sits down in the chair, shifting her robes to reveal more of her face, more out of respect than anything for the hag.
" My story? Where should I even begin. though I assume you want it from when I started my adventuring."
she pulls out a journal from her bag and pulls out a tattered picture. she sighs and looks up.
" It started when I was thirteen. My Eldest brother, Masvyllyrean (an NPC), had finally returned home with his wife after an expedition of his own. he was always so free. able to come and go as he pleased.." she paused looking back down at the picture.
" I guess you can say I envied that about him.. they way he can just jump on his horse and ride off into the sunset and come home ages later with new experiences, new stories, new toys and books for me and my brothers and sisters." a small laugh escapes her lips.
"I remember the disapproving look on my mothers face when I told her I wanted to go on my own adventures. the way her arms would cross as if she was winning this argument.. I can only imagine the look on her face when she realized I had left that night... and the disappointment on Masvallyrean's face as he realizes I took his horse.." she puts the picture back in the journal and closes it tightly.
"My adventures were amazing... invading pirate dens... finding a dragon's horde.. breaking into burial mounds... the stories I've found and documented along the way have been the best things I've ever collected. Ones I wish to one day share.. but I don't think I'll be all that welcomed back if I ever try to go home.. as my mother and I did not part on good words. I hope she is doing well.. maybe one day I'll find the courage to go back... but for now i'm ready to start a new chapter in my life... and I think I'm going to start it here.. in this hut."

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