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?))
he nods before taking a sit, "were should i begine" his exprecion lightens up as he starts telling her about his adventures on the hight seas "The waves were masive, multiple times i thoght that the ship whould flip over and we would all sink to the botom. Thankfully the capten was there each time to panch some sence into as and guide as to shalow waters." he chackles for a bit and then contenius, remembering tons of near death expiriences "this reminds me the times we were attacked by eather pirates or monsters. I still remember the time a mercenery was killed right in front of me" he looks at his palm "I picked up his sword and stabed it throw a monsters cheast. i was trembling and throwing up for a week on the memory. well it didnt get mach better when i show similar monsters again and it got even worsh when a group of pirets boarded our ship. humans killing humans, i am getting deazy on the thought" he gets up and streches "well, now i am back and i have some money to follow on my parents footsteps and become a merchant as well. hope the are happy with my choises" he starts walking out but turns and with a smile he says "I hope that you will come buy something when I open up shop"
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