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?))
*Natalia pauses, almost as if she had not heard the woman, looking around the tent with a mix of awe and confusion.* "oh, yes... my story." * she says as she makes her way over to the cushion the women had gestured too and hesitantly sat down. Still looking around but the awe on her face is replaced with pure confusion. Looking back to the lady,* "well, what do you wish to know?"
Natalia Dusvek lived with her father in the woods until her father passed away from infection from a hunting accident when she was almost 18. Her mother and sister died when she was only two. After her father died she made her way through the forest until she stumbled upon civilization and decided to start her new life.
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