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.”
With a curt, respectful bow, he promptly went to sit on the cushion. "My story, you ask? It is nothing special, miss."
A bout of silence, with the occasional platter of a droplet cascading onto metal.
"Still, it would be disrespectful of me not to share. I’m no different from any scholar or common man. Just another traveler from a quiet coastal town, hoping to see the world’s beauty, and all that it may offer. I’ve stood on the peaks of great mountains, wandered through deep, cool caverns. I've explored and studied all kinds of places."
He pauses, then leans forwards with great, though calm intent.
"Tell me, miss, what grand sceneries and sights have you witnessed? I’d love to hear them."
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