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.”
he hesitated before explaining,"I am from a city where the sun never shines and the grounds thick with snow. My childhood wasn't the best one, my parents taught me how to survive but they never gave me something a child should always have." he would sign adjusting her watch "My parents would never give me affection or even a hug," hhe begins, "My father would never give me the time of day. he said I would end up being a poor begger on the streets anyway." he said finishing what he was going to say.
"What about you?" Evul Asked politely.
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