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?))
**Niara looks at the voice in front of her with worried eyes. "Were you waiting for me? What does that mean?" **Niara steps forward with slow steps. After finding a place to sit, she slowly squats down and sits down.** "You want me to tell you my story? But... I am a simple person. I don't know what to tell you." **Niara, perhaps, did not realize what was expected of her. But she had always lived her life simply. Maybe this could be a turning point for her. She'd always enjoyed the strange. ** "All right. I'll give you what you want, but you might get a little bored, I'll tell you that."
*Niara straightened her seat and began to speak.*
"I am someone who has only lived with my family. All my life I've lived with a family that has only farmed. I don't have anything special or interesting in my past."
*and Niara continued to talk about her boring and monotonous past as time passed.*
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