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?))
Laurence would glance around for a second before settling down on the cushion, his shoulders tense as he refused to make eye contact with the women in front of him, his nose scrunched up from the horrible smell that seemed to coat the air in the tent. "My story?" He mutters slightly confused, "I don't have much of a story to tell Lady, However I can tell you who I'am. My name is Laurence Ellis and the reason i'm here is because I needed a break, to get away, to see new things but that's all you get to know." He'd finally look the women in the eyes his expression somewhat cold before he looked away again, his hands messing with the fabric of his pants. "Now if you'll excuse me i must be going." He'd stand up fast brushing his clothes down shaking off invisible dust before heading for the tent opening, "It was a pleasure talking to you." A timid smile pulling at his lips as he said goodbye to the women, he would sigh and fully exit the tent the smile falling from his face as he walked away.
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