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?))
Zarek gose and sits down on the cushion and looks at the old hag. He put down his sword form his back and started to talk with the hag. "Hello" he said.The hag looked at him. "tell me boy, your not human are you". She mutterd. "that hight and those eyes" she said. Zarek went quiet the said " i am Adunian". The hag nodded. "i got my mothers blood in me" Zarek said. " tell me about your story now"."You want to know my story?" Zarek asked. The old hags eyes looked bright in the dim light then she said "Yes traveler tell me your story"." i am from the north" Zarek began his voice low. " My father was a swordsman" Zarek said." He teached me my skills" he continued." And how to surive in the wild" he said. The old hag nodded her expersion shifting a bit." and how did a boy form the north end up as a traveler" she said wating for a answer. "when i was 16 bandits raided my villige" Zarek said. "they left nothing but me alive" he continued while the memorys came back. "ever since i have been on the path" He said. "Training the blade and looking for revange" he said. Then zarek said " i have stayed to long". He stood up and slung his sword on his back. He opens the tent flap and looks out at the drak town. "it smells like rot here" he said over his shoulder before leaving. the hag watched him leave. "A sharp noes for a swords man" the hag mutterd.
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