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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?))

Example: (delete this) 

"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…

Barbus grabs his soaked cloak and hoists it up in order to sit on the ground in front of the hag. He then wipes his forehead, pushing his brown hair out of the way and clearing the sweat and muck from the swamp off of his face. He looks at the hag, his blue eyes meeting her glassy gaze, pondering the wrinkles in her face and the stories they could tell. He catches himself staring too long and bashfully averts his eyes and awkwardly clears his throat before beginning to speak.

"Not much to tell miss, after ma and pa died my older brother took over the family farm, my sister was married off to some butcher boy and I figured there weren't much for me there. I remember the merchant fellow who told us stories of the lands outside the farm when we where small, he told us of knights, magic and creatures of all sorts. All the other kids couldn't sleep for nights after he came, too scared to sleep. I couldn't sleep either, not cause I was afraid, cause I wanted to see it someday. I'd stay awake for nights imagining myself riding a horse, going into castles, meeting kings and queens and elves and protecting farmers like ma and pa from bandits and goblins and all the scary monsters. Once they where gone and my family was settled I guess I felt there was nothing left for me there, so I had no reason not to finally go and see it. See the world and find out if that merchant was telling the truth, or if he just got a kick out of scaring some farm kids. I wanted an adventure and well... it hasn't started off great. A few days after leaving home and I got lost and had to use what was some of the little silver I had to hitch a ride with a passing wagon of performers and lost the rest of it in their "games" of cards. If that wasn't bad enough we got caught in a storm on the road and I got knocked out of the wagon rolling down a hill. Don't know how long I was out for but I know I lost everything so I did the only thing I could do and walked until I saw the road leading into this..."town".

He lets out a chuckle before running his hand through his hair and then looks back at the crone, unable to tell anything from her expression. Realizing the absurdity of his travels so far, he smiles faintly and shrugs before he continues.

"Strangest thing though, I thought after all that I'd want to catch the first wagon back home to the farm, figured the Gods didn't see me fit for adventure, like it wasn't in their plans. Instead, losing everything makes me feel like I don't have anything more to lose, and if that where the case, where else can a farmboy go from the bottom than up? Ill probably keep stumbling and falling, probably wont get to meet an elf or a king or even a decent meal at this point, but I wont know 'till I move my feet. You probably think I'm just some fool whose gonna die within a few days, but if that's the case, I'll at least died an adventurer, even if it wasn't a very good one"