You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You 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?))
He pauses, pondering his words for a moment. What really did bring you here? "Well. ." He starts. "I come from a small village in the southern region of Aevos, I've lived there all my life.. Its a small tranquil village where we were blessed to not see much strife.." His eyes close,his village flashing through his mind. "Everyone was happy.. But maybe I wasn't. I've always felt.. Well, different. I always wanted more." He hesitates, as if reminding himself why he left. "You know, I used to read epic stories, of Heroes turning into legends-" He chuckles a bit. "Roaming the lands saving kingdoms, making friends and foes, and their deeds spreading throughout the realm.. I knew I could never be a true Hero staying in my peaceful village all my life." He clenches his fist with determination. "I want to see the world for myself. And I heard you guys had a problem here. So thats why I came to see what I could do to help." He exhales, and looks somewhat relieved, as if a weight has been lifted off his chest. He finally open your eyes and they meet the crone's. . .
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