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?))
Dorian sits, replying to the old hag, "if you insist. I am Dorian, an aspiring knight. My story begins with me working on the family farm and training with the local knights during my time off. This continued for years until the opportunities given by farm life did not match the length of my ambitions. These ambitions led me to the great stature of a member of the local militia. This lasted for many years until raiders came upon our fair village, tragedy struck when the raiders slaughtered all of my friends and family, leaving me to run for my life. Now I search for the ability to restore my honour." Dorian finishes seeming emotionally exhausted.
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