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:
"I uh-Wha?…" he fumbles, looking around at his new and unfamiliar surroundings. "Well I'd say I haven't really had much of a 'story', just yet, but I'm hoping to make one!", he says with enthusiasm, albeit with a tinge of reservedness as he rested a worn but well cared for sword behind the cushion, as a universal sign of peace and respect for the Host. "It was peaceful living in the Commonwealth of the Petra with my mom and dad. Mom wasn't a fan of how crowded it was so we moved out a ways into the rural land of the Commonwealth Where dad tried and uh....*Didn't quite Succeed* in teaching me how to hunt. I admit that even though I carry a blade, my 'Swordsmanship' is just stuff I saw in Murals and paintings....", he says, bowing his head a bit to poorly hide his embarrassment. "After hearing all the stories of my mom and pop's adventures, and the old Legends of Heroes and Knights, I made an impulsive decision to set out on my Own! I'm proud to say that I don't regret that choice, and I feel ready to try and find some adventure's myself!", he says, looking up at the tent's ceiling as if processing what to say. "Eh-I uh Never had siblings or friends from Petra since we moved too quickly...so I was maybe hoping to make some, so my adventuring didn't feel...Empty.", he sighed, realizing he'd *Way* overshared to the Elder he was talking to.
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