You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You 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?))
"My story?" I ask in a soft voice "my story is nothing interesting in fact my story is just starting you could say." I continue "leaving home I wanted to start my own adventure and open my own bakery so here I am. My parent died when I was young so I didn't know them well went I was young if it wasn't for my mums sister I would of been homeless fighting for my life. I'm forever grateful too her and her kindness she was the one to show me how to bake. The village I was in before I came here didn't have much in the way of wealth or farming but the few people who lived there survived. I have a few hobbies like gardening and art but my favorite hobbies was singing the few people who listen always appreciated some entertainment and I was happy to deliver. You want too know more about my feelings? well I guess I feel afraid and excited its all a new experience for me but regardless I cant wait for my adventure too start!."
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