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?))
Loric Dunbar hesitates for a second before he sits down. "I am Loric. Loric Dunbar." Loric places his forearms on his knees as he continues speaking. "I was born from a father who preferred working in fields, and a mother who preferred being a scholar. My father taught me patience, as my mother taught me what it means to have intellect. Over time, I've become to enjoy traveling, I've always liked hearing about other cultures, though I prefer seeing such myself. What about yourself, do you have a story?"
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