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?))
Jordan looks down at the hag and smiles softly, "My story... It's not a very interesting one, but since you asked.." Jordan sits down on the cushion the hag pointed to, and begins telling her story. "I grew up basically alone, yes I had parents, but they cared about drinking more than me.. I had to teach myself everything.. It was hard yes, but I still managed to do it!" Jordan's eyes light up as she chuckles, "I still would say I had a good up bringing though.. I've been trying to become a warrior for the past years.. It's been a dream of mine since I was a little girl." Jordan look up at the sky and stares at the clouds as she continues speaking, "I've been training for years and years on end, I like to say I'm good with a blade, but that's just a personal option." The clouds move slowly above the two of you, "So.. yea.. that's basically it.. I told you I wasn't an interesting person, but I try to be." Jordan lets out another chuckle and looks back at the hag, smiling softly as their eyes meet.
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