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.”
"Uh, me?" I look around the tent, unsure, before hesistantly sitting down. I wasn't sure how she knew me and if she really knew me, but I was a bit curious. "uh.. my story, huh...? Well.." I was a bit shy to tell her, but i collected all my courage and answered "I was just passing through. I'm from a kingdom far away from here. It felt boring over there, all i had was books to entertain me. So, I decided to travel. Meet new people along the way, and maybe make some friends or travel companions. I was afraid of the dangers of travelling first, but now, I know a little more about it. It's not so bad once you first experienced it. It's nice to see the nations myself, instead of through a book or tales. So.. that's how i got here. May I ask if I know you? You speak to me with such familliarity."
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