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.”
he grunts as he takes a seat and he drops his adventuring bag on the ground next to him. he clears his throat before speaking. "i am a knight travelling through this town on a mission from my guild i was sent to eradicate any bandits have you seen any?" "what am i saying this small town there isnt much of a reason for bandits to stay in but since night is falling ill tell you more about myself to pass the time." " i am from a middleclass family i had 5 siblings and i was the youngest so i had to fight for everything i wanted. i got good at fighting so good my parents decided i should do it for a living so they sent me off to the academy. where i have been training for the last few years and this is my first assignment. now tell me about you."
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