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 around the tent taking a seat bowing his head to the old hag "Well my father used to be a normal farmer until we were called for war, after he came back I could see the lives he took in his eyes, the feeling for more blood. And so he did, my brother and mother were wiped from me with his hands, he tried to get me but I was too fast for him. After running I found a boat that took me here. Now I stand in front of you with blood and dirt on my clothes and a wish for revenge." Tears started to drip from his face as he ended the story
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