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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?))
 

Mit is startled and backs away slightly, his skin is sticky due to the swampy air, slightly uncomfortable but determined nonetheless he sits down, He avoids touching anything around him worried it might just fall apart. The cushion is much harder than it looks as if its covered in every undesirable substance ever. "Y'know" he forces out of his mouth, "I'm merely a wanderer" he continues. "Simply a veteran from a war that never began". While saying this he slowly tenses his legs. After a moment of silence he interjects "Growing up i lived with my father, my mother died of a strange disease hardly before i was born". At this point Mit is rambling, "My father worked on a farm. The farm wasn't that special, I always thought i had a chance at being something great, and well now I'm here" Slowly choking up he stands up and musters up "Goodbye". before leaving the tent.