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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?))
He sighed and rubbed his eyes before speaking "Well I guess I had a normal farm life, a hardworking father who was loving but strict, and a mother who would always care for you but I guess I wanted more. So When I was around..." he thought about it for a moment trying to remember what age he was. "At 16 years old, I gathered all my stuff and left my family farm, you could hear my father cursing for miles. I went to Bree and found a job at a tavern but that quickly turned sour when the tavern owner accused me of stealing from him." He took a sip of a drink that was offered to him by the woman "Thank you." He said remembering my manners "So I drifted around the years looking for my path and doing odd jobs. So that is why I came here, so my question to you is this." He said looking at the old hag in the eye "What is my path?"