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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.”
"..."*he hesitates to explain his reason being discomforted by the setting he finds himself in. to calm his ill-placed anxiety, he decides to sit down on the cushion she mentioned. he finally muttered up enough confidence to start talking.*"... Saerin. Saerin Cooper. my family. as you can tell from my name were Coopers. worked with wood and such. working to make barrels, buckets, and even troughs." *silence as he stops to think for a second*"i never truly saw myself for being one to follow the family business. Ive heard stories from soldiers passing by at the pubs. stories of battle and war... ive personally found myself attracted to such.. stories. I'm not sure if its just the soldiers having tongues of silver. but the idea of fighting... has always brought me in. while... I am still untrained. I'm hoping maybe a Duke... or a Duchess would notice me and hire me. I'm certain i can learn quick! i would definitely be a valuable solider! if a duke would give me the chan-" *he stopped talking and stared at the hag as he realized he has been rambling on and on. he cleared his throat and looked off to the sides uncomfortable now.* "... I guess... thats my story now. thats what you wanted to hear right?" *he said unknowing of the horrors of battle and war. being tricked by the words of solider who romanticized war and battle. he has yet to learn. but will soon learn the hard way*
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