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?))
"arent you a wise las, nana." i say as i take a seat. "I have many a tale nana, but the tale you want is quite a boring one." i say with a sigh as i straighten my vest.
"my father was a merchant and my mother a seamstress. we lived fine for some years. my dad taught me how to make a fine deal and my mother taught me how to make my own clothes, but life isnt always sun shine and gold coin." I say whilst idly looking around the tent.
"right after my sixteenth birthday my dad became ill, and mother being herself caught it too by being too close to the fool. and after a while time caught up to the two love birds." i pause for a moment to gather myself
"i buried them. mourned them. and then got to work. talked my way through life, making deals where i could, and learning what i could. until i made my way here, to you nana. ive got a future around here somewhere. folk told me you know everything, so you heard my story. heres my question to you nana, where to next?"
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