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?))
sparcanis’s gaze softens as he exhales, his shoulders relaxing after finally getting to rest from his long journey.
"I was born in caurost an elven city where everybody knows each other, as a child I longed for a peaceful and quite life I grew up in the comfort of a community that acts like one big family, and I wished to keep this peace as long as possible" sparcanis looks out of the tent gazing into the sky almost contemplating something before continuing " but unfortunately an accident in the fields, has left my father incapable of supporting out family and the stress eventually got to my mother too, now she is bed ridden suffering from a lethal illness that if not cured in time will lead to her demise, she's only got a couple of years left" he locks his gaze with the old woman, a determined glint illuminating his eyes, but I swore that I will preserve our peace and so I have left the comfort of my home to search for a cure, I have ventured far and wide and I think I am on the right track to finally reaching my goal of having a peacful life" after that sparcanis stops talking and resumes his contemplation planning his next move
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