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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?))
As he sit down watching the witch, trying to hide his left arm covered in a steel gauntlet. Without a weapon, it can be his only chance if something happens.
-"You know me, yet not my story?" questioned her, but she still looked intrested. Maybe Navalic can avoid a fight once. -"A young sailor from lands far away, climbing the ranks to achieve his dream. An expedition to a land he heard about as a child." his tone started to became more and more sad. -"But when i got the chance... ship, supplies, permission from the kingdom. A storm destrolyed everything."
He looked in the eyes of the witch. His stare was like a dead man's -"I woke up in this land, ship in pieces around me. I can't go back anymore."
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