Eyes: Piercing blue
Outfit: jeans, flannel shirts, and leather boots
Hair: Dark, wavy hair that falls just above his collar
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.”
Alexander sits on the couch she’s pointing at. A strange sensation washes over him, and as he glances around, he murmurs, “I’ve traveled from distant lands, seeking respite. The gatekeeper mentioned that I’d find what I seek within this tent…”
Abruptly, he rises and declares, “Today, I shall rest. Perhaps another time, I’ll share my tale.”

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