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?))
"Me? I say my story isn't that intrestin but if you wish to hear then i don't mind." Naomi would go sit on the cushion and breathe before thinking where to start exactly. After a few seconds of thinking in her Southern accent she would start explaining. "My mother was always one to warn me about going around the world. See i was always one to get up into trouble by explorin places naturally some shouldn't or are to scared to. I say this but at the same time all i really did was explore around small caves near my home out in the woods. Besides that though it just made me curious about this world that is so filled with danger but yet so intriguing. So when i turned 21 i left home to just see where the wind takes me bad or good either way my story is just startin." Naomi would smile afterwards happy that someone was curious about who she was and is.
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