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?))
Example: Matthew said in a soft voice "My parents ditched me in the woods when I was 6 or 7 for who knows why all I Rember is they we're fighting the night before. I survived off berries and pre killed animals. I was soon found by some elves who took me in. I learned from them how to fight and hunt. But not long after war erupted between the small village the elves called home and some orcs. The orcs pillaged and destroyed the entire village, and I was the only survivor. I trained and trained to become stronger and sought out to bring peace and order." He clenched his fists. Matthew whispered "I will do anything to reach my goal"
"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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