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?))
Kaynetta sat down crossing her legs before glancing around. "My story? It's nothing much. I grew up in the wilds like most of my kind. But as I grew older I became curious of the outside world. So, despite my elders warnings, I set off for a new adventure. Nothing interesting has ever happened to me. At least not interesting by my standards. I grew up reading stories of the cities beyond the forest. Reading of the great heroes of past. I guess i just wasn't ready for the outside to be just as boring as it was back home." She sighed resting her head in her hands. "But I'll find something to do. Maybe make potions or grow a garden. I wanna help people. Maybe along the way an adventure will come my way. Until then I'll stick to my books."
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