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:
Astra cautiously sits down as the woman requested. "There isn't much to say really." She pauses and looks down at here hands which rest clasped in her lap. "I-I've been on my own for so long now, I don't even know where to begin." She pauses once again. "I was probably 16 when my village burnt down. Knowing it was a loosing fight my family told me to escape in the midst of the chaos. I already was taught on how to hunt, how to fight, h-how to survive but leaving...I didn't want to leave them." Astra pauses again, she takes a deep breath trying to prevent the tears she's produced from running down her cheeks. "From that point on, I've been on my own... not knowing where to go."
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