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?))
"It's been long since I've seen a friendly face; Let me gather my thoughts..." I pause for a moment, remembering what brought me here.
"My birth brought great misfortune to my family. Working themselves to the bone to feed me, never sparing a moment for themselves. We've been forced to live in slums and outskirts of Du Loc, with no one bothering to give any coin or food. Scraping by every year, our living condition has only worsened." A somewhat somber look of determination crosses my face. "Enough is enough. I'll travel the lands and become rich through any means, to bring life back to my family. It is my duty to repent for what my existence has cost my once happy people."
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