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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?))

Nordman hesitated at saying a word to the old hag, but then he realized that he hasn't spoken to someone in days within his trip, ''i don't speak to strangers, but because you are the only live person I've met for 3 days, i have no choice'' he said calmly. ''i have been roaming the lands to get to a specific place, I've fought bandits, wildlife, and had no choice but to find anything with protein to survive my trip, including live spiders'' Nordman said, while crossing his arms to his chest. ''but as me growing up, my dad wanted me to become a good fighter, a true warrior of the north.. he used to drag me outside into the cold icy snow and forced me to train with him for hours'' Nordman then lowered his eyes down to the ground and said ''as for my mother'' Nordman stopped for a second then continued ''i never got to meet her''. Nordman would look at the hag again and said ''later when growing, i was able to fight off predators of the wild like big tooth cats and other animals that a normal human being couldn't fight off without a bit of training, thanks to my father.. I'm grateful of his training courses he forced me on''. ''he is in fact the reason i am still alive today, without him i wouldn't be able to survive on my own'' Nordman's eyes met the hag's eyes while ended his sentence...