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?))
Hey... it took me a while to find a settlement, I wandered throught the woods for a long time. I set out to find my missing father, and I thought I would get information about him along the way. The last time i Met him I was so young... it's hard to remember. I left my family to solve the biggest mystery of my life. "Holds back tears while feeling strong" I intend to fight for knowledge and even give my life or my soul in return.
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