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?))
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"Oh, uh," Avoni hesitates Wondering about this curiosity. " I think you might have the wrong person. You surely don't know me. I am a nobody, at least for now. There's not much to tell. I grew up a farm hand like my father before me and his father before him. I was expected to carry on the "tradition". It was honest work, real work, at least according to my father." Avoni starts to get a spacey his gaze, transfixed in the middle distance for the briefest second. " And he's not wrong. It was honest work but not... My work." Rather than jumping to continue the rest of his explanation, a contemplative look crosses his face. " I know you must have mistaken me for somebody else, but if you really do wanna know my story It's simple. I wanna make something out of my meager life. I want to help people. I want to do more than just plow fields and tend to animals. There's this big, wide world out there, and" Avon's eyes darkened subtly. " There is so much hate even in my small village. I know I'm just one person, and I couldn't possibly fix it, but as naive as it is i want to make a difference. I want to heal the world I live in rather than hate it. I can't do that as a simple far. hand" Avoni shakes his head "maybe I can find Someone who can help me help people. Maybe an apothecary, I don't know." Avon, though disheartened, tries to bring a bright smile to his face. "So I told you my story. Do you wanna tell me yours?"
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