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?))
He totally ignores the lady as he walks by, before blinking and turning around, he begin "I was born in harsh north, my life was not an easy one, and my family... We fought for everything we owned. My father and my mother still live in that frozen wasteland that we call Northern Almaris. I venture south to seek for myself fortune, love, and glory. Now you say you knew me? Yet I have never met you before... how odd, so pray tell how you, a woman I have never met, in a town I have never been in, knows me?" He stated coldly walking away.
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