Yasui_

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?))
 

"Expecting me, did you?" They tilted their head with curiosity, before furrowing their eyebrows. "That's blasphemous!" They pointed an accusatory finger, before settling down. "No matter... My story isn't all that important nor interesting anyway. Can we talk about something more interesting instead?" They sat themselves down on the cushion, glancing away with a smile. "Ah, whatever... I can already tell you aren't gonna tell me anything." They sighed, before starting to talk in an apathetic voice.

"I was born into a noble family. Yup, the noblest of noble families, the richest and most powerful of all.." They met the old lady's eyes, before grinning. "Ah-- no, that's a lie! Whoops." They took a more lax posture, speaking casually. "I can see you look a little disgruntled," They admitted, lightly pouting, "so I'll start speaking the truth now!" They exclaimed excitedly. "Or- mostly at least. Pay close attention, 'kay?" They smiled mischievously. "I don't like repeating myself."

"So! I'm just a regular old Heartlander! Yup!" They nearly shouted out in glee. "I'm no noble! I just pretend to be!" They threw their hands up a little to show their excitement. They pause though, seemingly freezing their posture and resuming their blank speaking from before.

"But why do I do it? Do I do it for money? Attention?" They blankly stared, not changing their posture other than slowly moving their head forward with every question. "Do I do it so I can infiltrate other noble families?" They gave a light smile, before tearing up. "M-maybe I'm just a starving person, relying only on the food I get from sneaking in to the noble meetings..." Tears started escaping their eyes.

They noticed how the old hag was seemingly not reacting in the slightest, so they stood up from the cushion. "Whatever, It's not like I need to tell you my life story." They turned around, starting to walk away. They turned around, a malicious smirk appearing on their face. "But who knows if I lied about any of that? Which was the truth?" They were silent for a moment, before blowing raspberries. "Pssh, well, who cares!" They spoke like a child, before disappearing into the night.