The_Zizu

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?))
 

"Oh, if you knew who I am, you should know my story..."
A deathly silence filled the room. The old woman looks at you and without knowing why you begin to speak as if the words came out of your mouth by themselves.
 "My father... I want to be like him, I want to be a warrior, I heard that it was here where he started, and I just... I just want to follow in his footsteps after his departure"  The old woman looked at me, she didn't outline any words,
 however I could understand what she wanted, she wanted me to continue.
"I... I... I lost him recently, I come from a suburban area, it was just me and my father, he told me he was a warrior and used to tell me about his adventures. 
He passed away recently. The only thing I want is that him to feel proud of me. He has never seen me achieve anything in this life. 
I hope he can see me from wherever he is as I achieve achievements for my name and my family, in their memory, that is why I have come." I sketched. The old woman smiled, a creepy smile to be honest. However, I understood.
"Go" I left the store and as if it were a dream, I came out of the trance and when I wanted to go back I was already too far away.