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.”
She feels a small jolt of surprise at her prompt. "Oh... Well, it's a bit long, but I'll save you the trouble." She glances out the window to collect her thoughts, and then resumes to the conversation. "Well... I grew up in a small village. It was so beautiful. Those lush forests... Anyways, I’d spend my early years helping out around the village, especially when it came to hunting for game. But then tensions with a neighboring village over land rights grew worse over the years, eventually erupting into conflict. I vividly remember hiding in a root cellar, holding a dagger my mother slipped into my hand. I heard shouts of despair, and then silence. When I exited, all that was left was ruins. I wandered for days with minimal food, and one day, I was sitting on a path to rest, and some random man tossed me some meat, pointed west, and vanished. So I decided to go in that direction.. And uh yeah that’s pretty much how I got here."
She makes a chuckle to break the awkward silence, and glances out the window.
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