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?))
*clears his throat in a deep tone* I'm from a small town of a low population. My family and whole town was slain by men whom claim to be the most righteous, they are murderers. I am scarred by the flame of the ashen winds. I come to this place to bring justice to those who prosecute against the weak. I am here simply to mark my path as a new man. I will build my story from the ground up and it shall be recognized.
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