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.”
"Hello" Klay says as he takes the seat offered to him "My story? It's not a long one so I suppose I can tell" Klay clears his throat before continuing "not too long ago I was just a farmer, but I couldn't pay the taxes due to the lack of fertile soil, so I got booted from my village, now I wander the lands taking jobs for money just hoping that one day." Klay gives a quick sigh a hint of sadness and a bit of hope escaping his lips as he continues "That one day I can get my old life back." after telling his story Klay looks back to the women awaiting her response.
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