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?))
Well there isn much to tell ya. I was born in a small town. an I never knew my parents I did know that I had em though after all babies gotta come from sumthin.
I had two siblings but they sadly passed and weren able to make it. i dont know what else there is you wanna kno all i kno is tha I couldnt handle livin ther no more so i began to travel. through dark unilluminated forests to deserts where my only chance of stayin alive was findin an oasis. Its been a journey and truly im just lookin to settle down and make a buisness maybe. or maybe take a business if i need ta.
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