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?))
"I- uhm" I stutter "well I was a child in a village on an island I had two parents one of them was from a land called something else the other one was from the village and his family owned it.
Growing up in the village was very hard. always doing the sheep and cows. constantly fishing, and if i didn't work hard enough i would be screamed at by my mother. The land i was from was before the attack my parents told me the island i was on was called something and i had no idea what it ment then i never saw them again." i said trying not to rush my sentances
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