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?))
Taking a deep breath, staring at the wall aimlessly, you respond to the old hag. "My family was never supportive of my decisions" pausing for a moment "Mostly my mother, my father was indifferent. When she found that I desired to be a cleric in the Church of Canon she tried everything to stop me." Looking at the hag for a few seconds, you turn your head to to the floor. "The most difficult thing I have ever done in my life was moving her aside to step through that door". Tears welling up in your eyes, but are quickly dried. "All I I can do now is search for the bishop, if the Lord wills it."
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