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.”
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"You know me?", questioned Theran. "But of course", said the elderly woman. "You are Lord Theran of the Darlum. All here know of your family and the ruins you have faced". "Many know our story...", responded Theran before a pause."-But few have ever met us, so how is it that you know who I am? The woman locked her eyes at him, in a dreaming state, as if reliving a moment from the past. "For the few who have had the honour of metting you, I am one, my Lord. It was 23 years ago, before the ruin if you family... And home. Before the fall of Allinnen, the great city. I was traveling there with my family when we saw you. You were walking amongst the people with your own kin". She paused, as if to think for further memories of the day. Theran sat there still, with his own eyes locked to the woman who was now looking down, head tilted toward the floorboards. She formed a smile and continued. "The sun shined bright that day, reflecting upon the golden hairs and cloth of your family. It were as if all light embraced you, surrounded you... Hailed you". Theran puffed. "They were better days", Theran responded. "But now it is in the past. I have no story to tell beyond what you know. I should go". The woman looked up at him dispondent. "Go..? So soon?". "I have things that I must see to, things that cannot wait. I hope you will excuse me, and that you may understand", said Theran. She looked down in disappointment, as if all her hope had been sniffed out, but she understood. It had to be this. "May you then have all fortunes with you on your continuing path", she said, though against her wishes. "And may you be blessed", encouraged Theran. "Don't let go of hope. We may yet meet again, and until then, goodbye". Theran rose up from the cushion and put on his white cloak. He turned back to the woman one last time, smiling, before turning again to the tent opening and walking out. The woman looked out upon him, and the shrinking of candle light that reflected upon his cloak as he moved ever further away.
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