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?))
Before sitting he glances around the room curious and nervous however eventually after sitting down thinking about the crazy circumstance of the tent and hag he opens up feeling a slight bit of comfort he says, "I come from a small house in a quiet peaceful village son to a widowed baker, my father taught me how to survive in his business and I grew to love it by the time I was 16 I couldn't remember a time when I was kneading dough or felling the punch of heat from the oven but it was beautiful that simplicity. But no matter how much I tried I couldn't stop the craving to make my own path my father at first did not approve but he believed in me and told me that no matter what I would always still know how to bake. And now I take his words with me as I travel here hoping to find occupation not as a baker but as a hero. I hope that one day I can use my strength to bring joy and hope to people all around the world. In a similar fashion that my father was able to feed those who needed it the most." And with that he would lean back and observe the lady looking for a response.
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