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?))
"I, Uhm" You shuffle in place awkwardly, not expecting the forwardness from the old lady, quickly gathering your thoughts as you nod your head and stammer towards the pillow to sit. You take a deep breath preparing to relay the details of how exactly you got here and why, "My parents were Heartlanders, so I spent most of my life growing up in the city, they were always so worried about all the conflicts of the world that they never really left the city much, which meant I didn't either" You look down lacing your fingers through your blonde curls as you reminisce on those memories with a slight ache in your heart. You take an even bigger breath than before, holding onto it for an even longer amount of time as your rosy cheeks puff up, preparing to say your next words, words you still feel a resentment for, words you don't want to believe but do, you finally let go of your breath as those words that almost feel like lies slip off your tongue, in a quieter tone than before you say "my parents.., are dead.., their funerals were only a few months ago, that's the only reason I'm here, if they were still alive I would probably still be in that city right now, they would've never agreed to me doing this" you feel a sense of guilt, are you really taking advantage of their death to live the life you want, does that make you selfish? You think to yourself before remembering to continue your story, you cough and continue trying to ignore those thoughts in your head "anyways, I'm here for the adventure, I want to explore outside of my city, see new places, I want to live in the country side and maybe start a bakery for passing adventurers, or maybe do some adventuring for myself if I ever get the courage!" You sit up in with a bit more excitement than before putting your hands between your crossed legs as you slightly bend forwards with a spark in your eyes as you slowly get more excitement in your voice as you continue "already iv seen so much already, I have mud on my shoes! And look!!" I grab my right arm and show the old lady a small scratch gracing it, "I got this from a branch that scratched me, oh OH! and this!", you grab your leg from underneath your other and take off your boot, showing a bite "this is from!... I'm not sure what but it was something amazing!" you slowly settle down as the embarrassment kicks in, "I'm sorry about that, I get excited just thinking of all the new stuff I've done"
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