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?))
"oh, why of corse i would love to tell you the story of why i'm here." "Hello my name is Bruce Brady nice to meet you." "you see this scar on my eye, I got this when i was on my way to this town and i was kidnaped and taken to a fighting ring." "They made me fight to be free and they would take me to a cell after every fight and cut or brand me with a line for a win." "they made me fight ten people to be set free and on the last person before i was set free they slashed my eye and ive lost most of my vison from it." "I come from a village that was at war and both of my parent were apart of it so i didnt get to see them much untill after the war." "I was forced to learn the sword and shield incase i had to be put into the war." "When the war was over i had lost my father so it was hard to cope with it." "With all ive dealt with ive come to this place to look for a new start."
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