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?))
"Nothing too serious, Madame. Just a normal upbringing with a loving mother and missing father is all," she said, sitting down comfortably, confused by the hag but not truly afraid. I always wanted to travel, and my mother encouraged it, believing I would find out anything about my father." I turned my attention to her, "I originated from Honeyhill, but with my mother being human, I was born in Ruska, I had a normal childhood like any other, but... Then my mother disappeared. I never know where she went or how, but I supposed it had something to do with finding my father, I tell ya, that man is a bigger mystery than my mother first thought. Though I don't think too much about it, he could be a Fey or some Elf for all I care, I travel mostly for entertainment and to learn, but I highly doubt it be any importance where I go..."
I shifted in my seat as I thought about my mother, a sweet and energetic woman who was the best mother any child could ask for even when we had so little... I can only guess my mother just couldn't handle the thought of being without my father. "I supposed now, if I could be honest... I want to know who my father truly is."
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