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.”
"Oh, I just, uh…" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until… You would sit down as took a deep breath and began to tell your backstory to the woman. "I was born in a small high elf village and was an only child and lived with my father as my mother had passed when she had me. I would always follow my father and cling to him whenever he wasn't busy with work. Until I turned 18, my father had left for a delivery that he had to go to and said he would be back by sunrise. But I didn't know that was the last time I'll ever see him again. Right when I turned 19, I decided to take over his work and I continued to do so since now." You said as you finished and sighed slightly and looked at the woman with a gentle smile before standing up and bowed to the woman and exited the tent.
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