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?))
Esmeralda breathed in the scent of moss and soil as she sat across from the hag with a smile.
“How do you even know me?” she asked, tilting her head slightly to the side.
“Should I introduce myself… alright then.”
Esmeralda took a deep breath and blurted everything out in a single breath.
“I’m Esmeralda Rainderson. I am eighteen. I was born and raised in a small village, but after my family died in a fire, I was brought up by my grandmother in a forest. My grandmother was probably a witch, because she was always whispering things and making strange lights appear. Anyway, since I grew up in the woods, I really love nature and all that. When I was little, I once got stuck in the mud—heh… yeah, that’s not the point.”
Out of breath, Esmeralda flashed a huge grin.
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