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?))
"Why hello there." I sit and look and her inquisitively "You said you expected me why so?" "any way you asked for my story get comfortable because when I say story I mean it" I shift in my seat ready to tell my tale "it starts many years ago twenty-one to be exact I was born to a poor family with no siblings and a half crazy father. I say I grew up a pretty normal life I did chores like cleaning and gardening and played with the friends I had. at the age of around six or seven my father had owed a group of un savory people he owed the money that we of course did not have. So if you can't pay them with money pay them with your child is the only reasonable way of thinking my dear mother didn't agree but he didn't care. So up until the age of seventeen I traveled with those people now they weren't the best examples as a growing kid so I got in a fair bit of less than childish trouble and saw things nobody my age should've seen. Now at seventeen these bandits lets call them got in a fair bit of trouble trying to make money but I took the blame I got punished and they didn't help me one bit so when they were caught stealing some rather valuable things from some important people I didn't help them. From that day on I traveled doing random work to keep enough money to live all whilst searching for my mother and that rat that is my father."
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