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?))
"Well," Doom pause to consider his words, " Once I was a loyal servent to my liege, i fought for him in many battles, I was glorius warrior and even become knighted," he sit in front of old hag, "But nothing lasts forever and court intrigues took everything from me, my glory, my wealth, then my friend my feudal lord get murdered," he looked up and exhales deeply, " So i start doing bad things, things that even today haunt me in my nightmares, my new lord found out about these things and i got bannished," he shed a tear of regret and watched as the fabric seeped it in, " And now i am sitting in front of you looking for new life, simpler life."
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