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.”
((How do you respond?))
He takes a seat and looks at her with those emotionless eyes, The ones trained to be ruthless. "My name is Rocco, Rocco Miller. As most of your people know, Lady. I was raised by assassins, Spies, And thief's. I came from the lands of (Place name), And when I was born at said land, My parental figures weren't so kind to me." He chuckles creepily at the memory of his parents. "They threw me around like a doll, Until I finally ran away to (Place name #2)" He starts chuckling even more, More of sadness than Joy. "It was the greatest decision I've ever made.." Suddenly, The laughter stops. "But I've now come to repent for my sins" His eyes soften as he looks down at the ground, hoping the lady would allow him to repent. "Cleanse me of my sins, I am ready to face judgment." His cold eyes return as he looks up back at her, Waiting for her response.
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