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?))
I lived in a small village not very well known, everything was going well and I was happy there. but life is not always as we want, and at the height of my 39 years, my village was invaded by unknown beings who devastated and burned everything, I was the only one who survived, and since that time I wander around the world looking for a place to live.
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