You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You 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 name is Aria," she began, "and I've come to this town with nothing but a dream.” She paused thinking her townspeople who laughed at her aspirations. “I want to open a tavern, a place of warmth and joy, where people can find comfort and companionship. Growing up, my grandmother shared stories of legendary taverns, and those tales ignited the need to recreate that. Her eyes dimmed, “Now that she’s gone i realize my fears were keeping me from what I could be. I want to learn the art of cooking, seek out rare recipes from mystical beings, and I want to weave magic into the lives of others through the delights of food and hospitality. I hope that I can create a hub for adventurers of all kingpds and share the love I have for all.”
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