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?))
The homeless person is speaking in a low voice, anger and sadness in their tone; "Are you expecting me?" they simply say with a narrowing of their eyes; "I am nothing but a homeless person, how could you possibly know who I am?" One moment of silence, "But you saved my life, so I will start from the beginning." They are leaning against the wall looking like they are thousands of miles away; "I was five years old when it all started; my parents were involved in illegal potion manufacturing. My family was poor, yes, but we were happy until the day I turned eight." He lowers his voice, "I get home from school, no one is home, so I wait... until it has been a couple hours and go to the bakery - that's where I find my parents; they are dead - on the floor. They were killed the very instant they got home from work." Long pause, "There was no money to pay the mortgage on our home; my family was gone; I was thrown into the streets; I survived on the streets for the next thirteen years; when I turned 18, the two most powerful criminal organizations and the police came after me for things I was forced to do. The next thing I knew I was here.
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