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.”
I sit down, and I look into her eyes. For a brief moment I sigh, and then I begin. "My story began, well, long ago I would say. My name is Rex. Rex Piett. I come from a humble family -- a farmer father, and a housewife mother. I do not come from riches, just, as I said, humble beginnings. As a young child, I always was a curious one. My father often scolded me for being so curious. I used to wander off into the forest besides my house, trying to find something new. However I never did. Besides trees and grass, nothing was really new. As I grew onto my teenage years, I helped my father in farming, however, often than not I found it quite boring. I always went to the shops, wondering what there is beyond my little village. And then, well, I met a man. Or -- a friend, hell, even a brother. His name, was Fredrick. He showed me a map, it was brown, and big. He pointed me, to well, here. and well. Here I am. I travelled pretty long to end up here."
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