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?))
Tallulah raises an eyebrow and stares at the old woman for a moment, she then complies and sits down on the cushion "what's there to tell?" she shrugs nonchalantly "it's just a common, peasant woman story" she continues "my parents died when i was young so i was alone on the streets most of my life, made a few friends, had a few lovers, ultimately decided that people aren't really my thing, it's just better being on your own, y'know? i do like cats though, duufles are also cute" she pauses for a second to clear her throat "i'm not exactly young and i haven't made much of myself in this life, mostly just been out living with whatever i had, which was never much, but i'll be damned if i end up dead eaten by a monster or in a war i had nothing to do with. My dream is to die in a house that i own, knowing that i've never been given anything and i worked my butt off for everything i have" she chuckles a little after those last few words, she then reverts back to her expressionless face, waiting for an answer
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