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.”
"uh.." With woe on his face "I can't remember anything..."
"can't tell if this is true or real"
He stutters
"I recognize you!"
A sudden realisation
"You saved me!... From the dragons stomach... its how my face is burnt"
"Wh.. Who are you?"
"I need a rest.."
"I think.. I think I was exiled from my town for The assassination of my own father! ... I don;t remember doing it... did I?"
"I am endlessly falling... lost ... " *faints*
blue eyes
brown hair
knight like attire
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