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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?))
 

Annie froze the moment the old hag spoke. Feeling their heart pound in their chest the sound reaches their ears making them a bit dizzy. She took a look around her surroundings, seeing if anyone, a single soul, was here in this tattered tent with them. The Dark elf kept looking, praying the old hag wasn't talking about them. Once Annie saw no one near… it took her 7 minutes to realize the hag was talking to HER, but why? In one swift move she turned her gaze to the lady and pointed at herself with a trembling finger and began to sweat like a fountain. "W-w-wait, me!?"

Her voice high-pitched like a mouse, squeaky and annoying— It was filled with fear with a hint of curiosity in her tone while she stuttered. Soon she felt her body tense and trembled ever so slightly, a part of her tried to swallow down her nerves, but soon felt it consumed her. Taking a stumble back— she quickly looked at the old hag taking in her appearance for a quick second before landing her eyes on the soft, dusty, yellow cushion she wanted her to sit on. Her cringe at how it looked, wanting to clean it up or throw it far away from her view. Then another emotion hit her. Now she wanted nothing more than to just run away from this place, but stopped herself, forced herself to stay put as her mind clouded with different types of emotions; worried, confused, and curious and most of all curiosity got the better of her. A small awkward smile formed on her face, walking towards the yellow cushion like a stiff Nutcracker– All of sudden Annie found the situation oddly funny in a way, she couldn't help but think to herself, “This is where my new story began… In an old, tattered tent with an old hag, great…” She then put a finger on her chin and let out a giggle to herself as she thought of what she'd been through before ending up here, “At least she is not in fear of me like some town folks, or this situation silly like the chicken stampede…” Annie was a bad luck charm to others, but not to herself every thought she felt like she was. She was a Traver, always traveling the world, always in difficult or dumb-funny, crazy situations, meeting or seeing new things or people; overall She’s now here where her real story began…