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 know if I-.. Where.. What is this? Who are you?" Lilih mumbles chillingly, her voice stiffened more with each muttered word. Cautiously, she spies her surroundings, investigating every crevasse with her alarmed gaze. After assessing, she takes a seat on the putrid seat. "I guess it all began when I started running, I used to run away from home often, my family had only the highest expectations for me and I couldn't deliver them.." She stares down at the straggled rips at the ends of her dress, "I'm from the Princedom of Caurost, but they didn't approve of my love for fighting.. They said it was an unfit craft for a lady, but all I ever wanted was to hold a blade and fight for my home.. That's why I ran away again... That's why I'm here."
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