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?))
"Oh, hello. It seems I’ve been searching for you for ages, but I’m glad we’ve finally crossed paths. Where should I start? Perhaps with the tale of my arrival in these lands." Baldwin would speak to the old hag with little hesitation, appearing to have grown quite accustomed to the damp, musty tent in the swamp. "I hail from a small village to the north, one you likely haven’t heard of—just simple folk, nothing more than defending ourselves from the occasional bandits who wander into our lands. It was there I learned the toughest yet simplest lessons of life: how to protect others, and above all, how to survive. I seek no fame or fortune, only to be of service to those I meet in these unfamiliar lands."
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