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.”
((How do you respond?))
Emilia Proceeds to sit in, looking directly at her “Thanks for the inviting approach… but uhm, About my story… I usually don’t talk about it. But why not. I come from a Human village, My family descends from a long line of Human merchants who followed the ideals of the Village's oligarchs: the supremacy of Humanity over all other species. free of any other kinds. I was always curious of the outside world, An Idea my family hated. They love me and all... so they convinced the village bureau that they must close the Village to conserve the tradition and protect the youngsters from any indoctrination from the other Humans around. But that was just a facade. The traditions and the paternal-like feeling of protecting their own, Something natural, I know. but they closed the village to everyone anyway. No one gets in, no one gets out. But that wasn't the thing for me. I sneaked out of my home through a hole done in the wall and I rapidly Escaped with the little things about survival I knew since I was a little one. So I’m currently traveling through all the places I can find… so yeah… Maybe I’ll try to find somewhere to live in the future… maybe a big city… in any nation. As I want to keep the promise I gave to my dad. Keep myself safe. In a place I can find home. The one I'll find someday. And if I don't, I'll make one myself I don't want to come back." She shrugs before leaning back in the cushion, getting more comfortable.
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