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 sit across from her, looking at the strange old woman "Well there is not much to tell, I was born on a farm to my father and mother and worked on that farm." I took a cup that was put in front of me and drank it "The reason why I left was simple, my father told me how in his younger years, he did a stint as a soldier for the O'Rourkes. He told me of the undead he faced and the necromancers he saw." I sighed "However he also told me of the mighty men and women he served under. That was where I made my choice, I want to be like the great men and women and lead people into battle." I looked at my hands "I want to be a man of legend not like my father running a farm." I looked at the old woman again "After all, who wouldn't?"
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