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?))
The man sit and look at she with a big smile and say — "Hello my name is Kall"an Tavoura, but you my friend can call me Kall, well my story start when a was a little boy... I Born you a classic simple family, no wars, no starving and anything else, when I become a man with my 13 years, my dad touch in my head and say to be prepared for my iniciation on the family things, well I can say its bad, but they cut my hair and say to my starting picking the wheat for the beers, they never give a chance to make my own beer since I was 17, when my life really started, on the table I start serving my beers to the sad people to come to the Holel's tabern, my dad told to my than holel is the fundador of us tabern and the start he tabern after him aposetation of hero life, — "Can you imagine? I with a big armor killing all criatures to I found? Hahaha Pretty fun", well my life broken on my 30 birthday party, my father Bohma die on the night, when he sleep, and I cannot just progress, my dad is my life and I become alone, but one day a man come, he is A hero, the biggest hero I've seen, he told about him history the monsters, the friends, the enemies, everthing, and, and this make my happy, I...Im not strong, I know this, but I dont need to be strong to listen good stories and now Im here because I wanna this, I wanna listen the history of the legends, of the kings and off course, give them a good beer.
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