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?))
Oh well, i was born up high in the mountains where i had to work from a rather young age on. Once i hit an age where i was allowed to move away and fulfill my dreams of travelling i packed my most important belongings and starter my travel and that's how i found myself here talking with you.
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