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?)) (I'm used to putting the italics on the actions, sorry if it doesn't match the scenario.
Lapê looks around calmly and sits cross-legged after spreading his coat so it doesn't wrinkle later."Hello. Thanks for having me."
He takes a breath and starts:"I'm Lapê. I used to leave in a small community with my parents in a cold forest. It was nice, but too restrictive for me. I was getting restless, you see. So I started exploring. First I stayed at the village, discovering the forest and making maps, creating makeshift bases and documenting everything. I had fun, but the adults and other kids gave me nasty looks. My family started getting ashamed too, I think. That's why I took off at my 18th birthday. You see, in this community, each family had an emblem, in the shape of an animal. Ours was the sheep. I fell in love with the fox, you see the irony. Another reason to leave. I had to create my traditionnal mask myself, I took little clothes and most of my luggage was exploration gear, and blank books. I left after leaving them one of my old exploration notebooks, with a note dedicated at the end. Since then, I travel alone. I enjoy the buzz of the cities, and the chirp of the birds in the wind. I grew up and I have been on the road for 2 years now. I make deals with taverns and merchants, I create solid shacks and stuff them with foods and items. I give more than I ask, and I'm fine with that."
The woman waits and asks "You won't find much here, I hope you are aware."
He chuckles "I know, it's fine. I come, give what I can, and leave. It is what I am, and what I live by. By the way, why did you say you were waiting for me? Most of my visits are quiet, unnoticed?"
"That, my child, is not for me to say..."
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