You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You 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?))
Lexie waited for the old hag to speak for only a few moments before letting out a heavy sigh and saying. "I'm apologies. It's been a rough the past few weeks."
Lexie then sat down on the cushion the old women gestured to setting her traveling pack next to her feet. "You really want to know my story?" Lexie said chuckling to herself. "It is nothing remarkable up until this year. When I was younger my parent's died in a bandit attack while we were traveling to haense. then I grew up in the streets scavenging and trying to survive. only as of recent I have been trying to travel around the world to seeking employment, Doesnt matter if i am a sell sword or blacksmiths shop hand, whatever can give me a few extra coins for my next meal." Lexie still watching the old women making sure this wasn't an ambush when a feeling of urgency rushed over Lexie. "I'm sorry, but I must be going. Traveling during the night is always safer for me." Lexie said as she quickly stood up grabbing her travel pack rushing out the door.
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