CoArmy7

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.”

I hesitate a moment, eying the hag as I reluctantly take a seat on the clearly aged cushion.  I tuck in my tattered business vest before taking a seat.  I turn to the lady, and begin to explain, "Well I've been on the road for quite some time now" I explain as I recall the last 2-3 months, "The business life hasn't been all too kind to me.  I'm simply in search of a place to settle down and find the next big commodity." I now begin to talk a little smugly as I continue, "Miles and miles down road I left a bustling city, you'd probably know by the name Norland, where I was a part of the military.  After some time, I decided that soldiers can't make any more money than a homeless man parading in the city slums.  So here I am now, a poor, lonely, former soldier." I would smile before turning back to the old lady, who I could now see was basically asleep by how bored my story had made her.  I'd shrug, stand up, and walk out of the tent.  I was still as motivated as I'd been when I left my home, in search of a better life, in wherever place or by whatever means necessary.