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?))
"You know of me?" You look at the old lady with some confusion, "I am but An adventurous explorer, from the Distant empire of Virion in the far south, I Grew up in A traveling Merchant Caravan, though I never truly picked up the craft" Zereth studently went quite when he heard a person speak his name to a nearby peasant in the hope someone spotted Zereth, after which the person had walked away. Zereth Continued "If You'll keep my secret, years ago when my caravan had visited A prosperous City, I had bumped into the Dukes Son whom I didn't know, and after Insulting him for not paying attention, he had quickly called over the guards and had me sent to the dungeon. Luckily the Duke was upset his son had secretly snuck out and had me released, but after his son threatened me, I have been on the run ever since"
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