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.”
I sit down on the pillow and i close my eyes i stutter and I say "hello uhh how do you know me you have expecting me my story Well first i wanna who you are but i will tell you."" I was born in a unknown place when i was 9 my dad died and then my mom was sick i lived with older sister and we took care of her then the raiders came my sister and me escaped we where on sea we got separated and i tried to fined but could not and ever since i have been training and working."Then i back out of the tent i say "Thank you"i Guess"
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