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?))
Kenneth would approach the old woman, eyeing he suspiciously before he came to trust her- as he is typically so. "I love everything, I want to pursue my dreams.. however I am not sure if this is the place to start.." he'd say. He would continue observing the dreary swamp village, unsure what life decision made him end up here. "Perhaps this place does not have a great horseracing scene, but I do have a great love for horses and nature". He would continue to make small chat with the woman before he would make his leave. As he left, he thought about what he wanted to accomplish with his life. He needed to earn money to buy himself a mighty steed!
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