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?))
Lorinthia blinks, her eyes widening at the floating candles "Huh, thats a clever trick" she murmurs. Lorinthia gives the hag an awkward bow and shuffles towards the cushion
"So.. Like all of it?" she asks with a raised brow, then shrugs "Well I guess i've always had this... itch for exploring things. Books, ruins, strange glowing mushrooms..." she trails off for a moment flicking her gaze around the tent.
"I come from a family who wanted me to spend my life quietly in the library reading until I went cross eyed. But that's dreadfully boring don't you think? The worlds far too big and exciting to just sit around cooped up in a dusty old library! So... I left"
"I want to explore all that the world has to offer, even the places that smell like..." she wrinkles her nose at the damp, mossy air "Like this" she adds with a sheepish smile
"So yeah, thats my story so far I guess" she says fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve "What did you say your name was again?"
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