Weight : 78 kg
Hair : Brown
Eye Colour : Brown
Outfit : Dark clothes with brown pants
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?))
I hesitate before sitting, brushing moss from my cloak. My tone is soft, almost weary.
"My story? It’s one of exile. I was cast out from the green lands I once called home, accused of crimes I never committed. The swamp welcomed me when no one else would. Perhaps that’s why I’m here… perhaps the rot and ruin mirror what I’ve become. If you’ve been expecting me, then maybe fate has finally decided to speak."

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