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?))
"You know me?" He remarks with a curious flash in his eye, "that's a first." He sets himself down on the cushion, making himself comfortable.
"Well, if you were expecting me, then you probably know why I'm here... for nothing. I stumbled across across this place just attempting to hike through the wilderness."
He sighs, recounting the details of his life, the ones he wishes to share.
"You can see me, I presume. Adunian... I joined the army some time ago, taught myself how to wield a sword, how to fight. Served me well enough, and as soon as I was free and able I hightailed it, never looked back. I took my skills with me, and now I'm just trying to look for my next destination, wherever the world wants me to be. I have no delusions that I'm needed anywhere, but I know that where I'm supposed to be wasn't there, I can feel it."
He looks back up at the hag, catching himself with a solemn expression which he quickly remedies. "And no offense, but I can tell it is not here either, I should be going shortly," he rushes along, but his curiosity gets the better of him and he sits back down. "Although, I have to ask, why is it you are so interested in my story? If I may be so bold... what of yours?"
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