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?))
"Well," *I say hesitantly, and pause for a moment* "Well it all started when I was a little kid my mother and father were former adventurers and used to regal me with tales of their quests and what had happened in this world before I was born. I was fascinated with there work as a young one but alas they passed before I was able to learn anything from them. *stoles crossed my face* “A few ago now is when I got my scars the visible ones at least. A fire of unknown origin caught in the inn I was living in at the time and I managed to make it out with my life but I didn’t escape unscathed” *a sigh was released* “Now I'm just trying to live comfortably and start over putting my past behind me,"
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