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?))
Example: "I don't think that's...well okay" he sat down and coughed clearing his voice "Where do i start...as far as i can remember i was always surviving on my own, i didn't had a home or anyone i could call family, i fought for scraps, stole and did some odd jobs and slept wherever i could, though there was something always pushing me on and inspired me when times were getting though" He then lowered his head a bit and scratched the back of his head "Its a bit embarrassing to say but i looked up stories of chivalrous tales of knights, their stories of honor, good will and duty! always inspired me, kept me going, that's also why i became a squire..." he tilts his head down more "well at least i used to be...every knight i squired for died and right after that people kept calling me a bad omen and an outcast, calling me a walking misfortune and because of that i couldn't squire anymore as other knights would just turn me down..." He then turned his head back up "But I'm actually holding up pretty good since then!...i think, I'm just taking quests for a living now but its been decent so far!...and that's about it i guess..."
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