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?))
(With A kind looking face but thinking of thievery tactics) "sure I grew up in a kind small little town in the streets eating rotting food to survive until i found magic and books and a tutor to teach me on how to read! From that day forward I started working hard on the cold and hot fields as a traveling slave like worker all around the world doing all kinds of jobs too like building boats and cleaning mansions. you may notice I have a fox mask on my side, for this was the last gift my parent ever gave to me during my 6th birthday party. my parent died when I was quite young leaving me to fend for myself until the governor found me and put me with the other kids in a "school"(with disgusted voice). I eventually escaped into the wilderness and lived life picking berries and other survival methods like hunting until as I told you met magic and books. when I was working in such jobs when I met some old man who told me of a job opportunity on a faraway land wich is this very one we are on right now, I'm currently looking for a job here until I found one and was headed that way, now tell me your story.
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