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.”
- Nothing special, except maybe the fact that i dont know where am i from exactly. My parents died before i would can understand the story. And they didnt hurry to tell it to others in or new home. Maybe thats why i like to travel and find new interesting places, they can tell interesting stories. Thats what ive been doing for main part of my life. And that's why im here. Maybe it will became boring for me someday, but I have nothing except this right now.
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