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.”
Ivan raised his eyebrow, shocked at the idea she had known him. "I am lo- I am looking for work. How is it that you know my name?" He slowly places his hand on the top of his hilt, unsure what to make of the situation. “I come from the south, and I’m looking to make some money to get to Haense.” He yawns, tired from his journey. “My name is Ivan, something I assume you know, and I am simply just trying to make a living for myself. I come from nothing, and only hope to not die with nothing. I hear there is good work to be done in Haense, and It’s time I return to the city I have been away from for far too long.” He places his foot on the chair, wearing his arm on his leg.”I haven’t been there for many years now, and I know no one will have remembered a wanderer like me, but I hope to find and possibly reunite with lost friends.”
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