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?))
Juzo tilts his head slightly, studying the woman before his lips expand into a warm smile "Good question" he would begin to study his surroundings taking in the aroma of the place before shrugging and placing himself down on the cushion. "Wanderlust" he'd pause for a moment "Yes... wanderlust. I've always wanted to see the world. Find some purpose with my life, it was boring, very boring before here." He'd lean extend his arms out and crack his knuckles before asking the woman "Now. All I want from this dingy town is a nice bed and a breakfast in the morning. Is that too much to ask?" He'd ask, finishing the sentence off with yet another smile.
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