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.”
I cautiously sit down, elbows resting on my knees as I hold my own hand, "Tell me who you are, first. And how do you know who I am?"
After the hag decides to answer me or not
Reluctantly, I reply, "Fine, I guess I'll talk. I'm Enomi Dravnu, only child of the Dravnu house. As for my story? Well, my house has been in decline for years now. Maybe it would sound silly to someone who doesn't understand, but regardless, my goal is to bring glory to my family once again. My family unfortunately passed about 5 years ago, so I'll be doing this journey all on my own."
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