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?))
Alena steps in, eyeing the hag warily before lowering herself onto the cushion, spine straight.
“I’m from Alba. My whole life, I watched my brothers train, serve, earn respect. I wanted the same. But they told me I couldn’t—said I wasn’t strong enough.”
She shrugs off the weight of old words, meeting the hag’s gaze. “So I taught myself. Every bruise, every scar—I earned them. I’m not here by luck. I’m here because I refused to be left behind.”
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