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?))
Nira hesitated as she settled onto the cushion, her eyes flickering nervously to the old hag. Her voice was soft and uncertain as she spoke, “Oh! Uhm… my story? I’m not quite sure. Nothing too crazy…”
She swallowed and looked down at her hands before continuing “I guess I’ve always felt like I didn’t quite belong.. like I was supposed to be somewhere else, doing something important, but I don’t really know what that is yet. I heard about this place and thought maybe… maybe I could find something here. Or maybe just find myself.”
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