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.”
((How do you respond?))
*he looks at her with a face of confusion and curiosity as he sits down in front of her,* "You know.. me?" *she looked at him with determination as her said this, but she seemed trustworthy enough to speak to* Well.. I'm just passing by in complete honesty. * the room seemed to have a softness to it with only the sound of fire crackling in between his small sentences* "My family have been farmers my whole life.. And after my mother passed away from an illness.." *he'd pause for a moment, picturing her in her final moments quickly before snapping his head back to her gaze and continuing as if nothing happened * "After that I didn't want to live my whole life stuck in one spot. And although I feel bad and sometimes miss my father and brothers.. they'll have each other, and it's not like I want to be some king, but just live a better life somewhere.. Happier"
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