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.”
Sherianna stared at the old hag, her gaze falling down to the cushion that was motioned to. She reluctantly took a seat on it, her green hues meeting the hag's gaze.
"There's not much to tell."
She pulled on the ruffles of her pants, fidgeting with them as she thought of what to say.
"I was born in a hole in the ground. It sounds dreadful, I know, but it was a simple cozy warm hole. With a large fireplace and wooden floors. It was far from dirty. My family built it generations ago. My mother was a caring person, she made the best jams and jellies every summer with the berries that grew. My father? He was a huntsman, he'd disappear for days it felt like, only to return home with a buck or a cluster of birds for me to pluck."
Sherianna paused, shifting in her seat, unsure if she was oversharing at all.
"it was a simple life. I now desire to see the world beyond it. To know more, to learn more of the other people who are here too."
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