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.”
Looking up towards the old hag, Bogsh takes stock of the tent he is in.
"You've been expecting.. me?"
Bogsh tries to bow, although his form and stature leaves some to be desired. He looks over at the cushion, but doesn't sit. He remains in a semi-bowed state as he speaks..
"Yes, my story.. well.." Bogsh pauses to think for a minute. "..that's funny! Not much to tell. I guess no one has ever asked me my story before.. Now you've got me thinking.. hmm.."
Bogsh stands straight and fumbles around inside his tattered trouser pockets, fidgeting with some grass which he stuffed in there earlier. After a moment, he pulls out the wad of sod.
"Not much to tell, but check this out, I got this piece of greenery earlier, pretty cool, huh?" Bogsh tries to appear impressive, but loses confidence quickly. He squishes his face together into an awkward frown.
"Erm, well um, maybe not so great compared to someone like you, but.." He looks defeated as he places the grass back in his trousers. "Well, um, anyway.. my story.. lets see.. well, I started out walking a couple days ago, getting a bit tired of the bog I've been living in recently, see.." A wry smile creeps across his face "Aye, just started walking, and never stopped until here.. I just said to myself 'sod it!', right? Get it? Because of the grass?" He pauses hoping for some obligatory laughter at his awesome pun.
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