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?))
"I don't recognize you..." Aherkhel looks puzzled at the old hag, yet interested, he goes to sit on the cushion. "My story isn't for the fainthearted, are you sure you want to hear it?" Aherkhel looks at the old hag while slightly raising his eyebrow, waiting for a response... The old hag stays quiet. "Fine, if you so wish." Aherkhel looks around swiftly before telling about his story. "I am known as Aherkhel, I've been traveling for a long while and it seems I am now here talking to you." Aherkhel clears up his throat "I've killed to stay alive and loved to not feel empty for all the killing I've done. Hope for love has gotten me this far and it is what will keep me going." Aherkhel stands up from the cushion and starts walking around, while still speaking. "I am currently a single soul, looking for people to live for. I am sick and tired of running away. I just want to.. live..." Aherkhel falls to his knees in the middle of the room. He then covers his mouth with his hand and mumbles to himself "I'm so sorry brother.. I didn't mean to do it..." Aherkhel takes a look at the old hag, who has disappeared. He walks out of the tent to embark on one final adventure. To find peace.
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