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?))
Tenebra slowly looks up to the old hag and starts talking in a calm tone. "My name is Tenebra. I grew up in the dark alleys of my hometown. I had to steal to make a living, which i never liked to do." Tenebra puts off his hood and analyses the old hag from head to toes. "Doesn't seem like you got anything of value which i could take from you." He starts to lean back and grins. "I am just kidding. Whats in the past is in the past. I got no more interest in such things, thats why I left my home. I have been wandering around to find my purpose, since could not find it where I grew up." Tenebra starts to look up, just as if he was daydreaming. "I still don't know what I am searching for or what I want.. Will I thirst for blood and become a mercenary, or will I settle myself to be a farmer? I will go with what the world will serve me... Anyways, what about we have a drink together?" He laughs, but something is off, just if as he wanted to distract himself from his own thoughts...
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