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?))
"My story.. at this point i don't know. I've lost so much, i don't know how to feel anything besides hatred anymore.. i hate them. i HATE THEM. they took everything from ME. my family... my friends.. EVERYTHING. i WILL get revenge, and I'll stop at nothing." Marcus's face and body language held clear rage but it would soon dissipate as he is then suddenly engulfed in complete and utter sorrow and would proceed to fall on his knees and would start crying from all the weight on his shoulders
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