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.”
"Alright!" The halfling said with excitement.
"I loved the thrill of quests!" The halfling said with passion "People loved me for that!"
"But I didn't like myself for it" He said with a anger and he clenched up his fists.
"I told people but they ignored me" He said like he was crazy "and when I eventually got too tired, They questioned"
"So I left," He said while starting to cry "And I found a place to rest"
"And I also found a place to live my life with people!" He says with a new found fire
And now he sits and stands waiting for his new chapter to end...
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