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?))
Response: Farsone at first tries to come up with a response since this was the first time anyone acknowledged him. Farsone has been alone for a long time and has trouble finding the will to speak. Farsone quietly yet firmly says "I am a wanderer once a son, but no longer, I have trouble recalling my past these last few years have been difficult". He continues to try to come up with a response, "I was, I was. . . I was once a son of some old timer named Theodor Rye, he took me in when he found me on his doorstep, but". Farsone tries to continue but needed a break as the past was so fractured it's like putting a puzzle together. He continues, "I don't know what monster or Deamon was responsible, but all I know is my father went missing a few years ago and all I can think about", more aggressive now, "All I CAN THINK ABOUT". Farsone's rage was quelled from which it came as his certainty is the only ally he has left. Farsone finally sits down and states, "All I know is I am on a quest to find him or avenge him, even if I have to traverse this world several times over." Finally after all of that with a sincere smile on Farsone's face and a knife tucked away in one hand just in case Farsone remarks "Perhaps you know the answer I seek."
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