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?))
"Well huh..-" you stutter, tensing up. You eye the crone, then back outside the tent. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
"Why im here are you saying?" he would try to think, think deeply the man seems rather carefree but rather lazy and sure of him "Well it all started when i was a kid, i was living with both of my parents and my twin sister, until my mother died of sickness and my twin sister disapeared for months. During those months well my father started blaming me for the fact that my sister disapeared and he started to get violent and even be something that i could called ''abusive'' but a few years later we found out that some bandits did killed my little sister. After that my father was still abusing me for years until my 15's that he also died of sickness. After that i decided to go on my way, exploring the world not because i wanted it but because i needed to survive. Well a few years later, i got on my 18's and here i am m'am-" He was pretty neutral with a hint of playful tone while he said the last part otherwise he was pretty thinkful.
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