Keyarah grew up in a very middle-class family. Her mother worked in a tavern that she owned, and her father was never around (usually doing military work), so Key often spent her days serving drinks and cleaning countertops. When she wasn't busy, she would go into the woods and teach herself to dance and sing just in case the opportunity arose. She also practiced her baking, becoming increasingly adept in the tavern kitchens. She speaks with a relaxed, slightly Southern lilt, having learned it form some of the visitors in the tavern. She's also picked up some less-than-ideal habits and manners, such as trespassing and sassing everyone she meets. She is a very lovely girl when you get to know her, though.
The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
Response: Key shrugs and flops down into the chair, her dress swirling around her ankles. "Dunno," she replies, keenly glancing at the stranger to sense their intentions. "Why do YOU care so much? You tryin' to place a curse on me or somethin'? 'Cause you can run right along if so. I'm not yearnin' to turn into a frog tonight, and you look like one of them witch-types." She definitely should not have said that. Her mother always said she would get in trouble with strangers; was this when it would happen? Due to bad manners?
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