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.”
The small woman slowly brought herself to a cross legged seat upon the ground of the damp tent. The damp cloak that had provided her with respite from the conditions of the dank swamp. She soon brought down the hood of it from her face, and cleared her throat. Her eyes showed a moment of thoughtfulness before she spoke, pushing through a heavy accent.
"My story... hmn. What a strange question. My story has much to be written, though I'll recant you with my life so far.. I am the daughter of a nobleman. I am the heir to my clan, Miyasaki. We are a.. smaller clan from the land of Haense.. A.. village that is not worth name nor mention, just like this one. My father grows feeble and old with age.. and my mother passed away a number of years ago. I am the eldest of my siblings.. I've come here to this town in order to seek out the world. I wish for education and wisdom.. I know much yet know so little of Almaris beyond it's name and rumors that do not serve me."
Aizumi took a moment to breathe, allowing more words to formulate in her head before she continued speaking.
"I come seeking experience and a purpose here. I am but the sails upon a ship, waiting for the winds of this land to take me where they might.. Do tell me, wise-woman. What has you expecting me?"
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