smitem

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?))

"You want to hear my story?" Erit would slump down into the cushion "It's an interesting story, so you might want to get comfortable" She would slightly chuckle "Well I guess it all started when I was in a fight with my parents. I was very young at the time, still a child. I don't even remember what I was arguing about, mustve been something stupid, or petty" "Such as the dinner being cold, or not being able to play outside at night either way, I stormed out of the house and said I was running away" She let out sigh "I didn't mean it, I was just going to go out for a while and come back a few minutes later, but then it started to storm, and I lost sight of my house, and ended up really running away. Ironic, aint it? "Erit would lightly chuckle again. "Anyway, I ventured out far, and we lived alone somewhere on a hill, in the middle of nowhere. I wandered around for a bit, and by the time it stopped raining, the house was already out of view. So i kept walking, and walking, and walking. Eventually I came across a town where I tried begging for a bit, but didn't turn out so successful." So I started stealing, and taking all sorts of jobs for money." Erit would point to the eyepatch on her face. "I got this while stealing food. He threw a rock at me and it hit my eye. Anyway, I kept going town to town. I learned how to fight from others in whatever area I was in, and picked up all sorts of skills. And that brings me to now. Here in this little town to find a job. Sitting here, talking to you."