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?))
Flynn looks up, "How do you know me?" They grab their bow, "Are you with them?" They then sighed "No, you couldn't be, my apologies". They then walked towards the the cushion and sat down, and then they looked at the ground. "I was born in a town, but then me and my mother ended up moving to the forest when I was five. These loan sharks wanted to take all my mothers money so we moved. I didn't have many friends after we moved, but that didn't bother me. I was still a very happy kid, with my mom and Saria my best friend who lived close by." Their face then turns into a frown- "Then... everything changed. My mother then was found by loan sharks, and they set our house on fire. She died in the fire. They tried killing me, but Saria stopped them from doing that, sacrificing her life for me. I have a awful scar on my left sholder because of them, and I lost everything". Tears roll down their face, "I miss them so much....I then resorted to a life of crime, stealing from the wealthy, and helping unfortunate people like me". They look back at the old person, "Thank you for listening to my story, and your name is?"
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