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?))
"sorry- I-i was just.. passing by..." he looks around nervously, trying hard not to get eye contact with this lady. "wait, you where expecting me?..." He look straight at the lady, eyebrown closer to his eyes, clearly confused. "you must have the wrong guy, i just take care of animals."
Theo sits down any place he can find. knees together and hands on them, uncomfortable. "I-I mean where to start, do you want it from the start or...." he says rapetly and than pauses. "I was raisted in a tiny villige. there was not a lot to do there... so i started early in work. tried many things, from craftmanship to hunting... i quicly realised that killing animals is not really my thing." he stops again, his voice becomes more trembly and raspy. his eyes in now looking at the ground of the tent. "after that... there was an avalible work at a stable in the town close by. so i went. I got to meet so many animals, but the one animal that i conected with was the horses" his eyes lit up as he looks at the celing, his voice straight away become more soft and sweet. "I decided to always work with horses since that time, and i have never stoped since and will never either."
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