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?))
the man gives a slight yet calming smile, he speak "of course I believe it will be a new one for you." he sits on the cushion with the same slight smile this time with a more happy feeling from it "My name is Wolf, Wolf Lycan, I am from a clan of craftsmen and protectors..... although.... I am now the last of the clan...." as he stated in a somber voice but with that same smile "I had journeyed to these lands in hopes of reestablishing my now destroyed clan... although I know the challenges will be...difficult... I do not wish for my brothers and sisters sacrifices be in vein" he stated with a strong yet somewhat commanding voice of determination" My clan had always been close with he wild lands creatures especially" he pauses until a larger smile appears "The Wolf" and with a fierce yet confidante smile he sits up and preps for his new chapter of his journey.
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