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?))
Example: "My Story?" The elf said before sitting down at the cushion the old lady pointed at "Hmm..Well, there's not much to tell- I was born into a high elf family that lives in Paradine, I grew up with a simple and happy life. I have a loving family, they are supporting and caring, though I do sometimes feel like I am different from them..." He said before sighing and leaning back onto the cushion, "It just seems like they all have important roles, a calling...a duty...while I just spend my time with my head in books...I quite enjoy books; they help me escape reality...." He smiled slightly at the old lady "The reality that I will probably never be as important as them...but that's ok, I'll carve my own path in this world, and maybe.... just maybe.... I'll one day live up to them."
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