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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?))


Leonil's face stiffens into a frown, staring at the woman. "Expecting me?" without a reply, his hand tenses the blade in its holster as he slowly sits whislt keeping his head on a swivel, expecting the worst. "I was born to a large family, one with no power, no wealth- quite honestly, with nothing. As I grew, my siblings left to go on their adventures, meaning I had to support the family. I started work as a blacksmith's apprentice, growing my skills and using the money I made to feed and cloth my younger sibling and single mother. After my mother had died, my younger sibling where taken in by my older siblings where whereas I decided to go on my own. As I increased my skill in blacksmithing, I would hear stories from the adventurers wishing I could one day do the same. The time came when I had the opportunity to join one of these adventurers I took it at the second it was offered. This brings us to today. I was separated from them a few hours ago, which led me here." Silence filled the room as the woman contemplated what had been said.