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?))
*Rojeon gulps and timidly looks around, praying to whatever god was up there that this hag wouldn't kill him or something* "My story.? Well, before I could think my parents died but..no one told me why..so my aunt took care of me for a while, she died as well but it was peaceful so its okay.." *he pauses and shifts a bit uncomfortably before he started talking again* "during most of my time back then I like to farm and look for some furry of feathered friends..but I could never seem to make any real friends..so thats why I traveled here! or somewhere around here..to find some of my kind!"*he says, his voice full of hope and pride*
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