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.”
((How do you respond?))
"Me?"
Katarina sat down, face scrunched up in disbelief and pressing a finger to her chest. Had this woman been some type of enchantress? A mage, a seer? What had there been to know about Katarina's story so far?
Too much, it seems. Too much indeed.
"I come from the Dwarven Kingdom of Stendahl, though I am not originally from there. I am a former exile of the Sherwich Isles. Now I am the heir to the Earthen Crown. Bit of a leap there, ain't it?" She heartily laughed. "What else do you want to know? I've got tons more I could share."
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"And so I shut down the entire city of Stone Bay with one line. I don't. I feel so sorry for Benjamin, but I was in love with Mason. I miss him all to dearly still. Been a bit since he passed away. I was able to have two children with him before then, and I really do see their father's eyes when I look at them, but it is hard to feel like he was never really there to begin with. Just a distant memory."
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