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?))
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"I see, but may I ask who you are?" The old lady answers as her name is, "Petrica." she stated in a very low manner. "Got it" I said. "Now it is my turn to relive you of your wish. It all began when I was a wee little boy My father was a human my mother an elf. leading to something that was supposed to be forbidden. My dad died in the battle of Warg Riders he slain by goblins. my mom died of a sickness when I was four. I was adopted at a farm and helped out there at the farm. until two years ago when I was eighteen, I started my adventure went through many wonderful and horrid places and now we arrive here." I say in a lower way than most people do.
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