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?))
Celeste's nose crinkles being hit by the pungent smell of rotted wood and wet moss. Her eyes adjust to the new lighting. Looking around, her eyes meet the old hag and see the gesturing motion to take a seat. Celeste contemplates it, as she is worried about her dress, she just finished cleaning all the clothes. Celeste goes against her better judgment and takes a seat next to the older woman. "I- I" She stutters. Trying to gather the story in her head. "I am the State of Eicheria. There were many events leading up to my landing here, but it is a story that is much longer. I do simple work within in the city. I often do the work I am told and try to stay out of trouble." Celeste pauses for a moment. " I am trying to rewrite my story. Figure out what I want and what I am doing." Celeste sighs, "As I am getting older, I want to try and explore, see what's out there, who's out there". She looks over to the older woman. "I fear I don't have a great story to tell you yet. But I am working on it." Celeste is confused as to why she opened up to the women. A stranger in a dingy town and questionable seating arrangements. She felt comfortable sharing these details with her. Celeste believes she may have been looking for advice.
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