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?))
He had been pretty dazzled by the scenery as he had made his way towards the tent, ducking into the tent his eyes squinted slightly as the illumination of the room was quite a change from the dim swampy town outside. He gave a nod to lady after she said "It's you", not interrupting her previously so she could take a moment to recognize him, her age is something he knew well of, even if he hadn't seen her for a long time, he wasn't going to be rude enough to interrupt her of something she couldn't help.
He sat down while listening to her, placing his hat to the side, he sighed slightly before deciding to respond "Hey mum, I know it's been a couple of years but you don't have to sound so dramatic..." he gave a slight chuckle looking around. He could tell his family hadn't visited mum for awhile, but he was here now and while his mum looked slightly confused by his words he mustered a smile and decided to go along with it. He began to tell her a tale of great story, a story about how a mother unknowingly convinced her son to go on a great journey full of monsters, magic and a whole lot of stupidity which would lead him to a life full of everlasting fun!
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