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?))
"It's been a long day" He groaned as he lowered himself onto the chair. His blackened armour creaking with his movement "I think I'm finally ready to find out what my life's purpose is", he sighed, surveying the tent, seeing mis-matched things laying on the floor. "Just wandering the road was fun and all but it's not for me, I miss a reliable life, being sure of whether I'm able to eat for the night or if I'd have a safe place to sleep" He waved his had at the door, laughing. His amour clanking loudly with the rise and fall of his chest. "Mother Nature's a *****, you know, but after living like that and seeing both sides of life, I certainly believe that nothing could deter me from my goals. Provided I find my purpose that is, Maybe I'll try being a knight like my father always dreamed, my old man was always the dreamer, It's a shame he passed away when he did" He gazed into the sky with a grin. Reminiscing of his past, and looking forward to his future. "I'll make you proud dad." He stood up slowly and made his way towards the door "You know, i never thought just talking to someone about simple things could bring so much joy, thank you" He ducked down and stepped out of the tent, basking in the natural light as he walked away, his boots making squelching sounds in the mud as he left.
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