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?))
Tsireya glared at the old hag warily, reading her body language."So your the old hag I've heard of..", Seeing nothing suspicious Tsireya goes to sit down on the cushion that the old hag had mention before , after getting comfortable she looks up at the old hag and begins to tell her, her story."Well...growing up wasn't the best for me. After the tragedy I retreated into the wilderness, leaving my old life behind. From then on I grew up fighting, and refining my talents by defending myself against the people that crossed me...that's all your getting to know."
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