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?))
wearily the orphan makes his way to the cushion, takes a seat while resting a hand on his hip
*Ahem* "When i was born neither of my parents showed up aint that something huh. The holy men of my town raised me."
as The orphan speaks he finds himself sinking into the seat and shoulders start to fall to the side
"But I found them Boring, tedious, overbearing and so I left, they always told me they could relate and that they understood but they NEVER could"
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