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?))
As the tarnished knight armored in golden plates looks back at the old hag he cracks a joke "I was born at a young age!" he says drunk of his mind on a bottle of Redwood scotch he found laying under a log. he continues desperately trying to sound sober "I come from a land far away, where i was on a mighty quest to become lord. Where i fought a wretched beast, who quickly overpowered me in battle so i had to flee. I have decided to hone my strength and try my luck here!" He then collapses to the ground, the bottle rolling out of his backpack as he lays on the floor dreaming of becoming a lord.
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