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?))
"Hello", He replies with hesitation, as conversation is rare where he's from. He reluctantly sits down and analyses the interior of the tent. "Why are you frightened of me?", the lady questions. His head turns to her, "I'm cautious, that's all", he replies. "You know the last person I ever saw tried to kill me", He stops, afraid of revealing too much. "Tell me", the lady sits, holding a warm cup, caringly interested in my story. Sensing reassurance, he begins, "I've been on my own for a long time, survival depends on independence and isolation in my experience. People will betray you, and people will do worse." The lady calmly interrupts, "Well I'm not like that". He acknowledges her, "perhaps, but the ones that killed my family we're like that." A silence fills the air. She gazes with sympathy and quietly encourages him to continue. "I was 16, old enough to carry on, but not old enough to move on. Since then, I've been making my way through life, but only now do I wonder, if I was where I am now, back then, I could've stopped everything from happening."
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