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: Drakon sits down and leans in. "Hello." He says, "Yes, I will tell you my story. I was born and grew up in the border between a Raev and a Northman village with a loving father and mother. I was the only child as my mother became barren some time after I was born. My father was considered a hero by everyone who knew him. He had defeated a small horde all by himself to protect both villages... from an invasion. Ofcourse, he died in the process. This happend when I was 10. And for 7 years I lived in the same border between the villages. Untill my mother passed away from illness... this left me alone. And for 7 years I was considered a begar child, untill I found this book in a pile of garbage. I... can't tall you much about it, except that it made me realise I was wasting my life begging and doing nothing. I began searching for meaning and found it in adventure and good deeds. Then, the book led me here; to you."
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