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've been?... My story?" He narrows his eyes at her, "Do we know each other?..."
"I..."
"Alright..."
"I'm... I'm looking for a place to settle down. somewhere I can work. honestly."
"I'm not special, I don't have a story you'd like to hear, Ma'am..."
(Personal memory)
He sits by the marked tree, stories and jokes carved into it. he listens to his team members conversations.
"He's a problem, this is the THIRD time we failed because of him, how are we supposed to eat? less take care of the children?!"
"*sigh* we can't just kick him out... Nirva..."
"If it means that we'll survive, I sure think we can??"
he eyes their side profiles, illuminated from the campfire. He grabs his bag, throwing it over his waist, before leaving.
Shes right
{I am a problem.}
{This is the 6th group in 8 months... Ill manage on my own from now onwards.}
He doesn't want to hold anyone back.
"If only I wasn't so cowardly. I wouldn't be in this mess"
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