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?))
"hello there" Tannyil said confused as he sat down.
"im Tannyil Trismenor, you wanna know my story ?, ever since i can remember i was raised by a man named Lathai in a small hut somwhere in norland"
Tannyil stares into the distance.
"i never knew my parents, it´s always been me and Lathai, he teached me me to hunt, use a bow, sword, knife, to make a fire" he said.
"After He died around two years ago i´ve just been wandering around trying to build a new life"
"And earn enough minas to buy a horse" Ha laughed.
"Well, i better get going, its almost night and i still have a long way to go, im trying to reach the kingdom of the borrowlands" he said as he stood up.
"goodbye and farewell, maby we will meet again" Tannyil shook her hand and walked away.
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