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?))
With confident and firm steps on the creaking boards and suspicious eyes, he made his way to the witch, unsheathed the long sword on his back, put it down next to his seat and sat down. Without making a gesture, he looked at the witch with a cold expression and spoke.
“My name is Fromund, I was born and raised in a village inside the Petra region Beekeeping is an expensive business, so from an early age I had the opportunity to spend a lot of time with the nobility of Petra. For a long time I kept bees with my family, but at some point I had to grow up and I did. With the death of my father I became the head of the family and took care of my elderly mother and sisters for a long time. From time to time there were shortages in the army and I and many other young villagers had to leave their families behind and defend our village without experience, which gave me experience. With the passage of time, my younger brother grew up, I left the family business to him and started taking the first steps towards a new life. He gripped the scabbard of his sword, frowned and looked at the witch with a stern expression and asked the question "Is it enough?"
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