Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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.”
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"..." Salamander looked down, slightly tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until she put down the sword next to her, going down, crossing her legs. "I see. Salamander... but I suppose that's only true as far as I can remember. I was told you can help me with that part." And that was true. The woman who looked like a soldier, with scarring along her body looked... lost. Almost helpless. Her eyes didn't have the same shine as most young adventurers. And despite the feeling of having experiences of multiple decades and wars, Salamander was unsure of this. This was an old soldier, lost due to Amnesia from the battles. She was likely a higher personal, but now no mark of who she served she lost all her power. "Normally, I Don't tend to answer the questions lady..." She really looked uncomfortable in a position of vulnerability. "Who... Who am I?" "You don't remember it Soldier? Your rank? Your wars? The blood on your hand?" The hag cackled. And Salamander scoffed at her. "I- I wouldn't have come here if I didn't... Tell me. Before I loose my patients." "Calm down... You overreact... Your name is not Salamander but Izumi. You were just titled that due to your origins of the desert... You're not a young thing anymore... Seems like you were cursed in battles. They screamed in terror huh. Oh my... look at that... and you still wish for a family... A woman drenched in blood and that took wants the peace and tran-" Without letting her get out another word, Izumi stopped her, standing up and leaving the tent. She rather not remember with the oncoming headache...
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