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?))
taking the moment to look in the water-soaked tent with a stench so foul, it irritates the eyes. After a few silent and awkward moments " I am Sebastian, born and bred in the Kingdom of Norland." re-assessing the journey at this time now "I am travelling throughout these lands to find somewhere...permanent. You see, I once lived outside the great city of Alisgrad towards the wilderness. Unfortunate times, and the death of my family have brought me here. I have nothing." staring at the individual that seems to have remembered him from somewhere. Regardless, the man hangs onto the shred of passion and resolve that allowed him to venture this far. " The Father has been my only guiding light throughout this perilous journey but still, I do not waiver and nor will I. His words are piercing my soul, and I must spread the flame." bringing his attention back to the hag, after just realizing she was expecting him "Who are you? How do you know me?!Where am I?!" were his final words before the conversation dies in the wind.
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