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?))
Example:
he took a deep breath before answering "Well...my name is Altair and until my 18th birthday my life was...enjoyable. My father, Samuel, was an honorable knight in The Kingdom of Balian and also was present in many wars. On my 18th birthday, our kingdom got invaded." he pauses for a few seconds "All of the sudden our door got kicked in and a knight stood infront of us, however that symbol he was wearing wasn't from our kingdom. My father wasn't a knight anymore due to his arm being cut off, so he couldn't protect himself. My father then told me and my mother to run and we did as he said. After we fought them off i ran back home as fast as possible only to find the corpse of my father laying there. Before my father lost his arm he still had so many things he wanted to do before he passed, so I am completing his list for him. That list was the main reason i even started practicing swordfighting. My second goal is to find the murderer of my father and avenge him. I know my father wouldn't have wanted that, but I wont let this man go without consequences." he lets out a sigh trying to hold back tears
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