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?))
"Me? you must be mistaken little lady" I said with a strong tone however his body posture suggests he seems wary.
"Well if insist" He'd sit down with his hand at his ready for anything.
"My story is a long one and I ain't got all day and I normally charge but this ones on the house.." He'd seem off by speaking on this topic however his curiosity had gotten the better of him
"I ain't from here truth be told, my story is simple one I'm from the far lands in a dry desert. I was born in a small town in the middle of know were, I had no life of riches by god I didn't, we were simple people but we were a family." He'd say with sorrow
"I was blessed however my Pa taught me to hunt and stay alive, my Ma showed me how to care and have understand killin may pay but it leaves a tole on your soul and it does truly way you down. My Pa did notice as a lad I had spark for hunting and he made sure I didn't lose that passion" Laughing as he reminisce.
"But then one by one folk left the town it became a baron waste land, a lack of food and water didn't provide any help to are situation...I lost my Ma and Pa to that famine they were born there and they died there as they wanted it..." falling silent for a moment
"I knew that town had no chance of savin so I gathered my essentials and left for a better and brighter path, I've travelled around I've been to Haense, Petra and Numendil looking for a place to call home. I've gotten by barely by showing my skills in huntin and my combat knowledge to thoughts who hired me but I only take jobs I see as hounrable like my Ma taught me no need to weight my soul down. But like every were else I had to move on and now I sit here after finding this god forsaken swamp as my story stands."
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