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?))
"My Story?" I question her. "Yes, Your Story, Where did you come from? and how and why do you come here?" I'm still confused why she wanted me to tell her my story. "well, Alright. It's Not very long I'm afraid." I say with a sigh. "oh that's alright dear, I've been waiting for you for a long time." wait, she's been waiting for me? "what do you mean waiting fo-" I couldn't finish my sentence because I was interrupted by her hand, gesturing to stop talking. "No more questions please" she says, "okay, well I guess my story begins at Ugrian, Where I was born and Raised, my mother and father where dead before I could remember there face's, But I was raised by my aunt, she taught me everything I knew, from cooking my own food, to killing a bear!" I slightly laugh, Then at the corner of my eye i see the sun coming over the mountains, " I need to go, suns up, nice meeting you though." she gets up "wait, you haven't finished your story!" I look back at her, "we can finish it some other time" she looks disappointed "alright then, I'll see you another time!" I get out of the tent and say "Farwell" as I continue with my travels throughout the kingdom.
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