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?))
QuoteHe sat down on the cushion, smiling at the women. "Well, I'm Thoren Bjornsson. I have been raised by my father and mother until i was 12. One day we were raided, and my mother and father told me to hide somewhere, and those were the last things I heard from them." Thoren began to look back from time to time, his guard never leaving him, and looking at the at the women to see her expression. "After that happened, I was alone for a time. I stumbled upon a little place and lived there for a while. And for some time, things went on better, and now I'm here, living stably. And looking for revenge!"
The women stirred a pot over the fire, her cloudy eyes locking onto Thoren as she spoke in a low voice. "You’ve known loss, boy, and yet you’ve survived, carrying something greater within you—a spark that fate has not yet extinguished."
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