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?))
"You have been expecting me? well now I must tell you my wonderful tale."
"It all starts near the beginning of my journey, living in a horrible orphanage only to be settled by the beautiful music they play near the end of the day, well fast forward a few years it gets insufferable. The screeching and out of synced tunes can drive a person lucid, and one can only handle that horrible song after such time." He flips his hands in the air, as if annoyed by the mere thought of such ugly music, "Oh don't get me started on the singing, seriously getting a bunch of children from the SLUMS? Oh the horrid ears to the listeners I almost feel guilty myself."
His eyes widen, he straitens his back and coughs, "My fault I have seemed to distract myself a tiny bit, but on to the show, well you see I thought it was so horrible that at the age of 11 I decided I will sing, play, and produce the piece myself, which of course did not end well, for one I may have miss judged my singing abilities, and two the owners of the orphanage weren't too happy with me trying to take over," he chuckles with a warm smile pushing onto his face, "Well to be honest I may have ran from that run down place shortly after that incident, it just did not feel at home there, so I went to pursue the life of a wandering musician. I strive to enhance my musical arts, with many different methods and speaking of methods I have felt like there has to be a way to make better music with the help of magic. So lets say that's my goal for now."
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