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.”
Robin meets the gaze of the woman slowly, narrowing her eyes in calculation. She decides to give a short, curt response to the woman, "I'm just passing through." Robin doesn't know what compelled her to sit on the cushion. An uneasy feeling works its way into her chest, yet Robin is curious how this woman knows her. Or of her. Intrigued, she asks, "Do I know you?" Silence follows, and Robin considers the woman's previous question in detail, thinking through the events that had led her here. Robin's conscience draws a blank as she tries to remember anything about her past. Few images come to mind, but only of her travels over the past few days, searching for anything that will help bring back her memory. She recalls waking in the middle of the street, covered in dirt and grime, with no recall of any events before. The older woman only looks at her expectantly, not answering Robin's previous question. Robin clears her throat, "I don't know my 'story'. I suppose I am on the search for my memories."
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