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.”
*Jayon was feeling confused* “uuhhh... have i met you before??”
Old Hag: *chuckled* “no, you haven't but i asked you first” *she smiled*
*Jayon was still suspicious of the old hag, but still replied with his story* “In the kingdom of Eldoria, I, Jayon, a once proud soldier, now exiled through siege from my homeland, embarked on a quest to seek redemption for my fathers tarnished honor, but my father, “Richard” ‘Rest his soul’ died due to his obsession of legends and myths. Everyone thought he was mad about the treasure and that, ‘it doesn’t exist’ This always drove my mother, “flur”, crazy. The arguments that were always in my house hold were brutal but, I always looked fondly at my father’s stories of treasures. I never thought he was mad. So rumors whispered of a hidden treasure concealed within a murky village deep in the swamps, and it was there that I hoped to find solace. As I ventured through the dense, fog-laden marshes, seeking the elusive treasure, I stumbled upon a humble tent, its tattered fabric barely standing against the elements. Seeking shelter from the encroaching darkness, I cautiously entered, hoping for respite from my weary travels. Yet little did I know that within this abode, I would uncover not only refuge from journey, but then came across you... now let me ask again, have I met you before??”
(Old Hag giggled) “You'll find out...”
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