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?))
"You were expecting me?" Looking around she fixed her dress before sitting down in front of the lady. Ophelia's face tense and expecting something to happen to her, settling into the atmosphere. Rather, she felt... comfortable. Letting out a chuckle out of embarrassment. "If you insist."
Backstory:
Born to the Duchy of Vohenheim, Ophelia was born to a poor family that had not much to offer. Her family had barely any money to make ends meet and would often go to desperate measures in attempts to keep the family stable. It drove her insane as she got older, wanting to see more of life rather than the misery that lied in front of her everyday seeking refuge somewhere else seemed to be the best decision. In response to this, Ophelia ran away from home in search for something unusual, magical, home. Since then, she's been living off scraps and traveling the realm.
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