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?))
For someone like Jhin, it was difficult to be honest with his feelings. It was a treacherous path, fraught with pitfalls and fears he couldn't quite name. "I'm here to make ends meet for my family as we are nothing but a middle class family. I plan to trade, maybe partake in battles if need be," he says with his voice dragging out the last words of his sentence. "I might just explore with a friend as well since adventures are always better with company."
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