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?))
You look at her with a smile and nod, sitting down on the cushion "you expected me? interesting.." you say as you sit down "my story.. well i guess i should start from the beginning, ey?" you say while getting comfortable on the cushion, before staring at her, smiling kindless "well, it all started.. when i turned 18, i was sick and tired of staying at home, so i decided to take some of my things and leave. i took my dagger" i say, tapping my hip before continuing "some food, and a few smaller useful things... i went out into the wildernis, just starting to survive, hunt my own food and be more of a traveler.. i eventually decided to venture out further then the confines of the forest surrounding the city and after however many years it has been, i ended up here, speaking to you.. the first living thing i've met who can talk ever since i left home" you say and chuckle a bit, before smirking slightly as you nod in her direction "what about you? what's your story? to have been expecting to meet me out of all people here?"
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