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.”
"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 I respond:
"I am a traveler, I come from a distant land, where there is an endless war." He stop for a moment and shows how hard is talk about that. "My parents sacrificed themselves for me to escape from there, and on the long journey here I gained a great talent for hunting and hiding in plain sight. Our enemies burned my face and that's why I wear a mask." He takes the mask out and shows his truly face... All burned.
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