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.”
i am what happens when your father is a dragon and your mother is a human, im a archer and a builder, my mother died when i was young and my father was slain a few days later, i woke up in a forest about 3 weeks ago not knowing where i am but i feel like life has given me another chance
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