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?))
Allen looks at the hag weirded out for some seconds, then adopts an evil pose.
- "Fool! Don't you know who am I!? The grrrreat Lord Manners...! Feared villain! I'm so evil I won't sit in your foolish cushion! Mwa ha ha ha ha!".
The hag just stares at him, unimpressed, so he starts getting scared... He sits on the cushion, hating the smell there.
-"W-Well... I guess I can give you the honor of sharing some of my grrrrreat and evil story... J-Just don't put a curse on me or something..." he adjust his bow tie, regaining his smug before starting, "I am Allen Manners, also known as he grrrreat Lord Manners, destined to become the grrrreatest villain of all Aevos! I go from site to site, showing every foolish race, every foolish inferior individual how great and evil I am! Mwa ha ha ha ha ha!" the hag just laughs, knowing he's just a pathetic wannabe, then points at the cloth bag on his head "Oh, this? You fool! It's to cover my real identity of course!" the hag lift the bag, showing that he's a quite young man, he quickly lows his makeshift mask, "H-Hey! M-My real identity! Ugh... Hags... That's it! I'm leaving!" he stands up all offended and walks away, all grumpy and mumbling to himself.
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