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?))
Arrabella swallows, her throat bobbing in a mix of confusion and apprehension. "I..." she started, but then shook her head. "I'm not sure what I can tell you. If it is a story you wish for, I can give you the barest details." Sitting down on the cushion in a kneeled position, hands placed in her lap. "I come from the Commonwealth of the Petra. My family is not known. I come from a small family consisting of 6 children, with me being the youngest." The memories of her childhood flooded back to her, rising her legs up to her chest and hugging them for comfort. "My parents died when I was about 10. My elder siblings were either off about their own duties or still at home, young enough to stay at home. They raised me, but then eventually we lost our home and had to go about our own ways. I've made it this far by living in a small boarding house on a different side of town, but I've picked up a job of clearing the streets to keep a roof over my head. Nothing is much more interesting than that. I'm a human with barely a penny to spare, nothing to my name. What could you possibly be expecting me for?" Adjusting her chin onto her knees to look the hag in the eyes.
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