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?))
*sceptically looks at her, but doesn't sense any hint of hostility toward him* "I came from a small village that I grew up in while constantly having to study archery and swordsmanship." *he says while sitting down on the cushion the old lady pointed at* "My parents didn't leave me with much free time and so it came that I never got to see the world.- And then when I grew up I was trained to be an assassin... sneaky, invisible in the dark and fast to get the job done. Though I haven't been hired yet, I think I'll be good at my job. After my training ended when I turned 17, I wanted to see the world as I haven't seen anything except the village I was born in. Turns out the Elders wouldn't let me go because I was too young and weak, so I continued working out... and finally... when I turned 21 they let me go live my dream. I hope you were liking my little story." *gives a faint smile at the end*
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