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?))
Example: "Ah so you want to hear the story of the great Jonathan!" he boasted loudly and pridefully. "well It all started when I was a wee young boy living in Mintiz when my father brought me a big sword, I couldn't possibly hold it so I watched him train in the fields from afar! I wanted to be just like my father, A man of war!" he began to laugh. "As I young boy I thought it was easy too! Just pick up a sword and start swinging! Bahahahaha, How naive of me If only I could tell myself back then not to be surprised when you gotta carry rocks around as physical training all day!" He calmed himself down after giving a huge deep breath after laughing heartily and then leaded over to the woman. "Ah but enough about my silly stories whats your story lady!."
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