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?))
He sits himself down on the cushion. "I'm Fin, I was born in the Kingdom of Balian and lived there until my mother passed when I was three. My father was lost after she died, and decided that he was going to leave the city and build a cabin out in the woods somewhere. My father was a hunter that sold pelts and meat in the city, so it was actually more convenient for us to live in the woods." He pauses, drinking out of a waterskin that he pulls from his bag. "My father picked up some farming skills so that we could become self sufficient, and we lived a peaceful life alone in the woods. My father eventually taught me all that he knew about hunting and farming and even had me help once I was older. It was nice until he got sick somehow and died right there in the cabin a couple months ago." He looks upwards. "I buried him there, and now I'm here, looking for somewhere to go. I'm thinking I might become a hunter, or maybe I could be a famer. I'm not very sure."
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