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?))
Selphie's nose scrunches up as the smell of rotting wood hits her, but when hearing the voice she tries to mask her disgust. Hesitantly she moves to sit on the cushion with her legs crossed. "My story? ... I don't really have a story, I've been wandering these lands for years now, meeting as many people as I can. But I mostly just learn other peoples stories." She eyes the old hag suspiciously. "Let's see... was born to parents who loved to garden, so I also learned to love gardening. I decided I wanted to see more of the world so I left home and have been wandering since. I made friends with a raccoon I named Goji, after the berry. When I found him he was eating them, so it felt fitting." She explains, her guard dropping slightly as the words begin to pour out.
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