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: "I..I ugh.." Frayl'Da looks around , he looks at his brother , and holds him. "I have no...Idea who you are..miss.." says again..But they were hungry. Realy hungry. Only his little brother ate something , a small apple they found..But he needed help , for him and his brother. "If..If you must know miss.." he said to the miss. He was Doubtfull about everything , what does she needs , and mostly how does she know him. He is nothing but a peasant boy , an orphan. A Orphan who lost his mother , father and family in war. "We are conming.."he didnt want to know where his village was , he didnt want to risk it. "From a village..Far away from here..We seek shelter..Our family , our village..All destroyed by war..We are hungry , we dont know if any of the villagers survived..I dont even know who attacked us..Why...Badnits?.." he look at his little brother who was still hungry.."We need food miss..I..I dont have anything more to tell you..We were farmers , and now refuges.."
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