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?))
“Story my story isn't too important “I say as I raise an eyebrow “I don't even know who you are and you're asking me about my story.”I look around hurriedly before closing in on the head and whispering "If you really want to know my story you better sit down because it's a long story but an interesting one” I prepare a grand voice and say “ MY NAME is Xander and I come from very far north On the frontier.” I step up on the stool to make my point seem bigger” My battles are short but many” “And my lovers are few and far between” I say with a nervous look on my face. " but to be honest with you I'm here to escape the fighting that killed my parents." I say with a frown on my face " The fighting was so bad that I had to flee just to keep my family's legacy alive" “But I'm not here to talk about my past I'm here to talk about that now my future I'm looking for adventure camaraderie and a whole lot of money "I sit back down in my seat and look at the old hag with a smile on my face and say “But I think that's enough about me even though I love talking about myself what about you?”
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