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?))
I'm taken aback by the hag's appearance for a second. the withered figure wasn't like anything I've ever seen before. I've seen old women in my home in Vallagne, but those women always seemed to be smothered in makeup, dressed fashionably, and clearly trying to recreate their former beauty. Whatever beauty this woman had is long gone by now. But if she was able to help me, then I didn't care if she looked like a demon. I always went to any length to get what I wanted.
Slowly I sit down, not taking my eyes off her as I make myself comfortable. "Well, my name is Angelo, I was a thief back in Vallagne for a while but a job went bad and I had to skip. Hopped from town to town before I heard that the Unified Domain of Vortice was a place to interact with everyone. I want to start over. So I'm on my way there now. Your "dingy town" is a pitstop I had to make. You see, I got lost along the way and I'm not quite sure where I am."
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