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?))
''Well, where to begin'' as he sits on cushion the old crone invited him on. He sighs as he begins to speak ''It mostly started around 2 years back and i was done with all the farming labor my dad put me through'' "ITS THE SAME EVERY YEAR'' as he shouted a little to loud. ''I had to see the world while im still young, i want to travel, make friends even make some enemies.'' as he starts to smile brightly thinking about his already amazing memories. ''I just dont wanna die without the beauty of travelling and fighting monsters''. ''I.. uh..'' hasitating if he should tell this ''As a little kid i was bit by a rat'' as he laughs out loud ''That was quite the monster for me back then and from then on i was motivated to master the sword''
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