QuoteYour 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.”
“I did not expect an interrogation as soon as I arrive,” The woman says with a wily grin, sliding onto the seat and crossing her leg on top of another. “I come for one purpose — and one only.”
She leans forward, her elbows resting on her knees while her fingers intertwine. There's a look of utmost solemnity on her expression, with her brows drawn together and her lips pressed to a flat line.
“To make money.”
Silence ensues, a heavy atmosphere settling in.
… No reaction? That’s fine.
Melisende clears her throat. “W-Well, you see. When I was young, my parents amassed a rather large debt that I was convinced they would sell me off as a servant to repay. Surprisingly, they did not — they could not have done so from the grave, could they?
Thus, I am privileged to toil for the remainder. I could sell myself and be done with it, yes, but taking the easy way out is for losers.”
She says it with utmost confidence, fully aware that she would fold the moment an opportunity presented itself. Only idiots make life difficult on principle, or so she thinks.
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