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?))
Example:
"Well, I never really knew my parents...I faintly remember their voices but otherwise nothing else. I was alone in a cave most my childhood, feeding off moss and bugs that could be found on the walls and under rocks.
After years when I was about 10 I would say, I finally got over my fear of the sounds outside of my cave and let my curiosity take over.
I learned about the wilds and how to fashion real clothes and make shelter." He paused, nervously glancing at the old woman to make sure she is following his story so far before looking back at his feet with his beady eyes.
"When I was 15, I met a friendly wolf cub who I named Tooth. He was a missing a tooth so I thought that made sense.
One cold night, I turned 17 and Tooth was hungry. He was not alone in feeling that way, we were out of supplies and I could not withstand the cold. I made a regretful decision...I killed my best friend...a-all to survive..."
He would pause once more, trying hard to fight back crying in front of the old woman, he swallowed hard and spoke.
"I wear his fur now as a way to never leave him behind...to never forget him..."
He felt better now that he could push that out of his system, he for once felt quite calm.
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