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?))
"i used to be a boy going between towns and offering help in the farm for food and bed.
one time i met a old women who felt sorry for me so she gave me shelter.
she tought me to read and write and how to work with wood.
when i was 15 she died of old age and left the house to me, she told me to make it a orphanege.
i raised handreds of children.
but when i was 23 my villege was attacked and all the children i raiesed died.
saince then i have been traveling, trieng to forget the past, to setel.
but dont you feel bad for me, feel bad for the ded"
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