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?))
Risera inspects her surroundings briefly, before taking a seat on the cushion. "..very soft.." she mumbles to herself, and then quickly focuses herself "Hi! Uh, I am Risera Wingfer, at least, that's what I've been told - I.. lost my memories quite recently, and I can't seem to find anyone who knew me before my memory loss to learn more about myself, so.. I find myself here! Looking for new beginnings.. perhaps some answers? A place to belong!" She answers a bit anxiously, fidgeting with her gloves as she speaks. Anxious in nature, confused due to circumstance, but curious and willing to learn more and make a life for herself; even if she doesn't truly remember who she was, or where she even hailed from.
Backstory
Risera Wingfer was born in an unbeknownst location, having no memory of her previous life until now; and having found no one with answers, other than, supposedly, an old farmer who knew her by name, who's additionally the one who found her and nursed her after an injury to the head. For a time during her recovery, she'd receive flashes of her old life; but the memories soon abruptly stopped. This sudden pause made her realize she won't learn anything just by sitting idle; and now, Risera has decided to build a life for herself, rather than sitting idly, confused and apathetic to the world's content.
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