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?))
Example: I take a seat on the flat cushion on the ground and proceed to tell my story, "I was born in the shadowed depths of the Nethergrove, a hidden dark elf enclave deep underground. Trained as a scout and shadowblade, I learned to navigate both the wild and political dangers of my realm. Orphaned young during a border raid, I had finally became fiercely independent, relying on my stealth and cunning to survive. Now, I'm 28, and walk alone on the surface world, seeking purpose beyond my people’s ancient grudges."
"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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