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? Well my family used to fish, we weren't very wealthy but we survived, but during the Nyrheim Northern War things changed. There were attacks in our kingdom, my mother scared but my father wouldn't listen, he kept say that we weren't cowards and we must stand with our kingdom, no matter how scary. We didn't know that he had been colluding with the Skanarri, betraying his kingdom, us. One day I came home from a fishing trip and there he was, my father, a monster, he was standing over my mother bloodied and beaten body, I saw a small lump in the shadows, my little brother, he killed them. He spoke to me, not looking me, he said that they were cowards and that they were weak, that they were going to leave. He turned to me and said but you, you would never leave me because you are strong just like me. I lunged at him and we fought, I don't remember how it happened but he ended up tumbling off a cliff. There I was alone, lost, I couldn't go home, I couldn't see their bodies again, it hurt too much, so I travelled throughout the kingdom, selling goods, living in inns, whatever I needed to do to survive. I hope one day I can do something meaningful, something good."
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