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?))
*Aphelia carefully sat down, gently adjusting her braid to rest on her shoulder.* "...Uhm, hi, my Name is Aphelia, not Ophelia, please...." *She would say quietly, her eyes studying the old hag curiously before she started to peak once more. * "..when i was a little girl, i always wanted to have my own small bee farm, because i always loved how hard-working they were, and their fluffy bodies were like a cherry on top.." *she would say, blushing bashfully as a small chuckle escaped her lips.* "...my mom had a saying "if you work as hard as a bee, you'll achieve great things in life."....she was an amazing mom,and still is..." *She'd add, smiling gently at the happy memory."
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