Damorie02

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?))

"My Story?" -I'd pause for a moment looking at the hag as I seat myself-  "There is not much to tell. Believe it or not I'm only 20 years old but I look as bad as you." -I'd stop speaking worried I may have offended the Hag- "Maybe there is more to my story." -I say wanting to move past my rude remark- "I was born in Balian, I never knew my father and My mother died of illness when I was 6. I was taken into an orphanage but the moment I was old enough I left. The city never suited me. I was a drifter for years but as time went on, I felt empty, I had no purpose... until now. Maybe it's to find what illness killed my mother, maybe it's because I have nothing better to do, but I want to become an alchemist, Thats why I'm here.