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:
"oh... um, sure I guess, can't hurt." she slowly sat down and cleared her throat. "I lived with my mum and dad, I had two siblings, my big brother was named Calex and a lil sister named Meira, we were taught hunting and gathering." she took a breath, then her hands started to move as she talked "I always preferred gathering the fruit, never been as naturally gifted with a bow as the other elves, got a lil bullied for it but it was all to push me to better! I didn't think that at the time! I guess my backstory is a bit generic compared to most folks, I decided to leave home to explore and it was a bit shocking to my folks but I went anyway!" she seemed to deflate a bit, her movements slowing. "They... are not happy 'bout it but they'll get over it!" she smiled awkwardly "that's basically it."
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