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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?))

"Uh" He says nervously looking around the tent, "What do you mean you have been expecting me?" He covers his mouth and nose as to hide the sent of the rotting wood. "And what do you mean its, you? How do you know who I am?" They shift around nervously looking at the candles in the air. "Well where do I start my name is Rigby Greyson and I sadly don't remember much of my childhood. I've been an orphan as long as I can remember hopping from place to place. It wasn't much too remember too be honest" He sits down on the old carpet. "More recently I took up a job as a fisherman for a bit too be able to afford to travel around the world. Now I do random odd jobs like sometimes ill dabble in construction, maybe some more fishing, or even sending letters." Rigby thinks for a bit "I've been wanting to find a place to settle down and call home because honestly... I've always wanted to become a warrior of sorts or take up like a good job. I want to settle down and meet new people." He fidgets with his fingers and stands up. "Well I'd best be on my way, it was nice meeting you I guess?"