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?))
"If I'm being honest, there isn't much to say" he admitted, coming to scratch his beard as he indulged his thoughts. "Hmm... For a few years I served as a sword for hire, moving from town to town in search of the next garrison who in need of somebody to clear out a bandit or two. It was steady work, good and honest, but I find myself wanting something more." He diverted his gaze from her, dancing along the walls and the flooring of the tent. When it settled back upon her, he smiled. "And that's all you'll be getting from me, I'm afraid."
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