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?))
Example:
Taking a seat, she began to recount her journey, speaking of her wanderings through distant lands and the adventures "I mean there's a lot to say about someone's story you know? Well, I raised mainly by my mother id like to say, i did have a dad but he was one of the guards and ended up coming to town and getting my mother pregnant. So it had just been me and her. But about about 9 years ago she died to a unknown illness where on day she just woke up and wasn't alive. Once i was on my own i started working at a pub serving drinks to the men. I had then met Jager Caldari after some months of working there. We had bonded a lot over many things that happened in our life like out parents dying of an illness. We then continued a relationship till he finally proposed about two years ago." she would show the ring on her finger. "Since than we have just been together looking for a place to live and continue life."
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