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?))
He'd sit down in the tent, keeping a keen eye at the exit. Before saying "My story? well it goes way back. I was born to a small group of pillagers, I was trained how to use anything as a weapon as soon i could hold a stick." He'd begin to relax himself getting more comfortable in his seating. "By the time i was around 6 years old. My mother put me on a small mission to steal apples from the nearby village. Being taught how to sneakily tread in the shadows I managed to steal 2 apples. Bringing them back home. From them they used my youth to their advantage scamming and theieving" He'd look deeply at the candle infront of him "Then many years later when I turned 19 I began to steal not only for quality of life but for more of a thrill. Stealing things which i didn't need like gold belts, rings you name it i stole it" He'd take a deep inhale. "Now this brings me here. Im 20 years old now and moved away from the life of stealing. Hoping to find a better life."
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