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.”
((How do you respond?))
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I cautiously make my way towards the cushion then take a seat.
"Well..." I pause to think for a moment, then begin, "I was born about 19 years ago on my family's sheep farm. I spent most of my childhood on that farm, where I helped tend and care for the sheep with my two elder brothers. Until, at the age of 11.." I hesitated and started get choked up "My um.." I continued "My father came down with smallpox and passed. My mother struggled to maintain the financials of the farm and she eventually had to sell it. We rented out a room in an inn for a few months, until, like my father, my mother got sickly and passed. My brothers both found apprenticeships, but because I was only 12 I was taken to an orphanage. The state sent letters out to known relatives informing them of my circumstances. A distant cousin took me in about a year later and I could not be more grateful for them. During my teenage years, his wife treated me like a daughter and taught me to sew, cook, and how to be a lady. Now, I'm on a quest of self-discovery, trying to find my future."
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