iralolira

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.”
 

ira looks at the old hag for a long while then with a sigh the begin to speak. " first i must say there is not much to tell as i awoke in a cave by the sea with nothing but a silver dagger engraved with a fox. but i must make it clear i rember nothing before this i do not know why but sometimes i get quick glimpse of thing that i believe are my past. with a slight shudder after that statement ira continues. as i sed i awoke in that cave with nothing but that dagger but as i looked around i saw a engravings on the wall which sed. "all that awaken here go south to the swamp and speak the truth". so that i did i went south for 3 days until i reached here and met you although on my treck i had to hunt for food and water and i used the dagger but it was so easy as if i had been trained with it for many years". but with a shrug the stated "but still i do not know but now that i have told you my story it is time for you to tell me where i am and what these lands are.