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?))
"What's it to you" Florian sneers in response. He glances across the table at the the old crone for a moment. She's staring at him expectantly. He sighs. "Im running." he says, his gaze shifting from the old woman to the tents entrance. "My village it... got raided. I was working the field when I saw smoke. I ran back as fast as I could. That's..." Florian pauses, his jaw clenching slightly. A mixture of anger and regret. "that's when I saw the raiders leaving my house. My family was inside. I didn't know what to do, I..I wanted to save them but...I ran, ran as fast as I could saw a couple other lads trailing behind me. I looked back and..." Florian tenses. He glances back over at the old woman. That would be enough storytelling for now.
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