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?))
"WHO are YOU?????" he would respond with in a stern tone as he sits down in a cute pose :3
after a while of contemplating to the stars he finally answers the old *****'s question.
"i came here to this horrid place for the cheap prices on arrows" he grins awkwardly at her then continues "i left my family to learn magic and how to hunt to the best of my abilities, ive been travelling from place to place ever since trying to get rid of all those fuckin corrupt elves" (racism)
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