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?))
He sat down on the cushion, giving a thanking gesture "Well I'm Zeph, and when I was young many things happened, I was taught how to defend myself by my father, and my mother taught me how to cook and such. Although one day we were raided and my mother and father told me to hide somewhere, and those were the last things I heard from them." Zeph began to look back time to time with his guard never leaving him and looked at the old hag to see her facial expression "After that happened I was alone for the time, I stumbled upon a little place and lived there for a while. And for some time, things went on better and now I'm here, living stably" He kept looking behind him for some time as he waited on what the old hag had to say while looking what's inside the tent out of curiosity.
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